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FOR 

TEMPERANCE    WORKERS    AND 
OTHER   REFORMERS 


A  Collection  of  Ruitotiom  and  0th  tr  Selections  for  Entertatnmints 

and  Public  Meetings;   especially  adapted  for   Christian 

Endeavor    S-ieties,    Profubition    Clubs,    Loyal 

Temp'\ance  Legions,  IVomcn's  Christian 

Ttmpiranci  Unions^  etc., etc.,  etc. 


COMPILED   B 


LILIAN   M.    HEATH 


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NEW  YORK 
FUNK   &   WAGNALLS   COMPANY 


LONDON  AND  TORONTO 


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FUNK  &  WAGNALL8  COMPANY. 
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PREFACE. 


(OVKltllKAUl)   »Y    ACCIDKNT.) 

The  Public  :     "  Wluj  ctiiucH  luTe  ?  " 

AiiHwer  :  "  It  ia  I,  Platform  IViirlH,  juHt  arrived  and  lookinK 
for  my  friends.     Can  you  direct  ine  to  them  ?  " 

Tlie  Public:  "Perhaps,  if  you  will  give  me  their  names." 

Platform  Poarln  :  "  To  save  time,  I'll  give  you  their  initials, 
for  I  am  sure  you  must  know  them  all :  Y.  P.  H.  C.  K,,  W.  C. 
T.  U..  Y.  W.  C.  T.  U.,  C.  L.  S.  C,  Y.  M.  C.  A..  V.  W.  C.  A.. 
L.  T.  L.,  (.  O.  (I.  T.,  I'roh— " 

Tlie  2'uWiV  ( im])iiti<'iitly  ) :  "Hold  on,  hold  on,  that's 
enough  for  the  preHtiit,  Do  you  expect  me  to  believe  all  that'i" 
Where  did  you  come  from  V" 

Platform  Pearh  "From  the  North,  the  South,  the  East, 
the  West;  from  Michigan,  Indiana,  Ohio,  Illinois,  Mississippi, 
Missouri,  Pennsylvania,  New  York,  Connecticut,  Maine  ;  from 
the  mountains,  the  cities,  and  the  ishuidsof  the  sea  ;  from  for- 
eign lands  and  from  the  Hub  of  tlie  solar  system  ;  from  every 
corner  where  there  are  pearls  worth  gathering." 

The  Public:  "Well,  well,  you  are  (juite  a  traveler.  What 
brings  you  here,  and  what  do  you  intend  to  do,  having  arrived  ?" 

Platform  Pearh :  "  I  came  Iierause  they  said  I  wa«  neefled, 
and  I  intend  to  —  " 

Tlte.  Public  :     "  But  who  are  '  they '  ?  " 

I  latform  PearU  :  "Jessie  A.  Ackerman.  Relle  Kearney, 
Mattie  McCIellan  Brown,  Dr.  Mary  Wood  Allen,  Ix)u  J. 
Beaucliamp,  Margaret  B.  Ellis,  E.  J.  Wheeler,  Clara  C.  IIolT- 
man,  and  other  national  temperance  workers  ;  so  many,  indeed, 
that  you  would  not  have  patience  to  hear  me  through  the  list. 
Now,  as  to  my  aims  :  First  of  all,  I  wish  tf)  create  a  channel 
through  which  the  enthusiastic  young  i>eople  can  help  in  tlie 
grandest  reform  of  the  age.  Next,  I  would  bring  stirring 
■words  of  truth  to  arouse  the  Clu-istian  Church  to  meet  its  glo- 
rious opportunity  for  progress.  Then  I  would  enlist  every  col- 
lege on  the  side  of  right,  and  help  students  to  convince  others, 
through  the  words  of  our  greatest  orators  and  statesmen,  past 


PlUtFAOB. 


and  prment.  I  would  ploco  a  rei^Jy  wiafion  in  the  hands  of 
tem|>erance  B<)ldi<  in,  by  giving  factH  and  (iguri'8  showing  that 
lici-nsing  sin  dcK-n  not  pay.  I  would  cullivalo  Ihi'  gift  of  oratory, 
by  making  iny«'lf  indiBpensablf  at  nifdal  contt'stH.  1  would 
arouBo  the  true  Hpirit  of  patriotism.  I  hiivi«  siiort,  easy  '  pieces ' 
for  the  little  ont's,  and  carefully  clusMilled  Helcrtions  for  thede- 
partnienta  of  the  \V.  C.  T.  U.,  not  forgetting  tlio  iJepartuients 
of  Meroy  and  of  Peace  and  Arbitration.  And  in  all  this  I 
would  keep  ever  in  view  the  value  of  time,  anil  have  therefore 
a  special  topical  index,  that  each  busy  worker  or  Htudoiil  may 
readily  find  what  is  \>ohI  adiipted  to  the  occasion.  In  such  ways 
I  would,  with  your  kind  iwrmission.  W  helpful  to  those  who 
are  Be<>kiDg  to  uplift  the  world." 

The  PubUc  :  "If  you  can  do  all  this,  you  are  indeed  just 
what  is  needed.  Rut  how  am  I  to  know  that  what  you  say  is 
true?  And  aren't  you  a  little  egotistical  and  ovcr-ainbitiou-( 
—  not  to  nay  <'f>nceited  —  for  a  new-comer  ? " 

1  latform  Pearli:  '•  If  I  Kceni  bo.  it  is  bj-cause  I  have  tried 
to  answer  your  (|tieslionH,  Tlio  one  who  sent  mc  would 
give  me  no  inlrod n  tlon,  but  said  I  must  speak  for  niyuelf,  and 
I  have  done  so.  Suppose  you  kindly  read  mo  tlirough,  and  then 
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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 


(Kbr  UH  tif  Author*  »u  }>«</'  "'i,  nnd/or  r<'j-\<-<il  fmlrx  ttt  ixtg*  r.'./.l 

«o. 

" Abon  Ben  AJhem,"  CnroHii*  SiMiior '*J 

All  the  KlthtH  Hlio  Wiiiil",  ( ml  .s,h'ticfr f" 

Amorlcun  lii'mrt,  Jnhit  a.  WuolUu. " 

Aiitl-HiiITrotJlm'H  Liimciif,  Jhitlif  Jfiniir  Ifi'l'in » 

AnDCBl  for  till!  Hoiiic,  Mri.  Jutlt  llrnwii  J.Ulun '« 

Awnul  at  HprlnqOclil,  //.  U'.  lAj'wftUow '<» 

IWiTHhcx-ii, //f/f>-./.w/'Aln«7/rtXr»v......... Jo 

Hack  to  inn  C'lirj unliK,  fhurloltt  J'^kint  SUttoii g 

ILitUc  Ilully.  Oforffo  A.  I'l'h w 

lilg  Four,  kirn  llVi//.  r  font 'J" 

llounA  ry  I'oKt,  Mia  II.  I/ewtt g* 

Ilrnnd  of  C'lilii,  T/ie  Vvirf ,5 

Calf  I'lilli,  *'((//>  )\<illrr  /"m »g5 

Com  for  rhnrlly,  Jlnffie  Horner  Uxuthan »* 

(;ai<o  of  "  1'cri.oiml  I.ll)tr1y,"  K. ./.  W/iultr g 

Certainty  of  lTo;;r('cf ,  nemliU  VMinm.. ■■■■■■■ ff 

I'tirlBtlan  Emli'nvorcr'ii  ronlilon,  John  a.  WooHty w 

Coliiinblo, /'"an/iU  7:.'.  Oslrander S 

Comlnsr  Kro,  lAton  Mead ,fi 

CompulBory  Morality,  Iloract  dreeUi/ *  "J 

ConBclciico  CryntiUllzitl,  John  0.  ^^ooHey »" 

Core  of  the  l{um  yncBlloii,  IIorae4  OruUy •» 

Co»t  of  a  LlcenBe,  .1/r».  A.  A.  lioff* " 

Curtain  Loci iirc,  Union  Slnnai .•;•••••. S 

Cat  Down  the  iW,  Kn.Ur.  nin.U.BooU " 

Dawn  of  Mercy,  iliiry  F.  I/netl '!" 

Deacon  Beery '»  ProtPHt,  7/c*m«  0az4lU <• 

Deacon's  M!;lch,  John  P.  St.  John ™ 

Decoration  Day  -  IPtB,  T/ioma»  II.  Jiurgftt |" 

Difference.  The,  rev.  J.  C.  FematU '  » 

Doealtl'uy?  T.  V.  Pnwdfrly. \\ 

Don't  Bell  Your  Conneleiice,  Ilevry  IV  unl  lleeclur J« 

"DorleBky'Bi;rTent»,",/*lfiA  AUen't  WiJ't '* 

Dreaming  anil  WuUing,  Lucy  Ixircom J' 

Drink,  frantlatfi  by  11  rt. og 

Kffcct  of  Moral  Cowardice, />anrt«  VI  (vjlanu "" 

Kve'B  I{ecomiK;nBe,  Mat/(l  ti.  Winter Jj 

Exactly  of  a  Size,  Her.  P.  J.  BiiU ■» 

ExprcsBion,  M.  MeC'ldlan  lirown ' 

Fafth  and  LltKTty,  Hev.  Joseph  Cook »; 

Fanatic,  A,  MaHa  L.  JTiiderhill "i 

Farmer  and  UlB  Oun,  7'allie  Morgan ' '•' 

Father's  Woe,  A,  Helen  .17.  Uougar '•■;> 

"  Feed  My  Sheep,"  7*.  E.S J^ 

First  Duty  of  Citizens,  A  rchbishop  John  In  land *" 

First  Reform,  John  Unyd  T/umuu ^ 

Flower  MiBslon,  Mary  T.  Lathran '"J 

Forces  of  Battle,  liev.  Dr.  J.  II.  L'cob *« 

For  Ood  and  Home,  77.  77.  Chace ,•,■•;••,;.•,•  •  •, l^ 

Fonr  Million  " Clirlstlan  "  Murtlcrcrs,  i/.  J.  \V/nf,'er ig" 

Pnndamentul  Hcform,  llolton  Halt ,"5 

Funeral  To-Diiy,  Ilekn  M.  Oougar '"J 

General  Neal  Dow,  ll'm.  0 rant  Brooks J* 

Getting  at  the  Hoot,  lielle  Kearney '^ 

Give  I'hem  Justice.  John  II.  Finch " 

Glorious  Monument,  Prqf.  Chat.  W.  Sandert » 

©old  of  Right  Ilablte,  .7««ri«  .f.  Z&u#«r o 


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Table  of  C'd.ntk.nts. 


No. 

firoat  Advance,  ]iev.  Dr.  I.  K.  f\ink 168 

(Iroateint  MiKgioiiary  Need,  A.  Moreho^in ,  108 

Great  I'r()l)lem,  Mrs.  Nettie  li.  Ftrnahl lia 

Ground  Out  by  a  Crank,  V.  \f.,  in  The  Voice 184 

llonse  that  Sam  Built,  L.  A.  E.  StikeUather 7 

"  If,"  Wm.  Howard 75 

Indictment,  John  li.  Finch 89 

"  I've  Got  It  I  "  l,ori)i  Ludlow 05 

Jug  an'  lie  an'  Jim,  The,  Eleanor  Muy,fleM 17 

Just  the  Same,  Every  Day  Church 148 

Land  of  Prohibition,  Mrs.  Ilarrisc    Ut 66 

Lead  the  Boy 162 

Letter  I2xercl8e,  Eva  Jones 148 

Level  of  Civilization.  Wendell  Phillips 101 

Liberty,  JAr/i.  L.  E.  Bailey 145 

Liquor  and  Wages.  C.  De.  F.  Iloxit 96 

Little  Girl's  Advice,  Union  Signal 149 

Loyal  Temperance  Legion,  Mary  T.  Lathrai> 108 

Mainspring  of  Triumph,  Chas.  Siniimr 8 

Master  Calletli,  The,  Frances  E  ^yil!ar(l 114 

Merry  Christnas,  The  Voice 97 

Midnight  Scenes,  Jessie  A.  Ackennan 188 

Moan^.ig  of  the  Bar,  E.  J.  Wheeler g 

Moral  Suasion,  Rev.  Thos.  Diron 68 

Moral  Warfare,  J.  G.  WMttler 187 

Mothers  wlio  Wear  the  Ribbon,  Ilarriet  lYancene  Crocker 161 

Mnssnlman's  View,  //.  0.  McKay 6 

Nation  Exalted,  Lilian  M.  Heath 178 

Nectar  of  the  Hills,  T.  Be  mtt  Talmage 67 

New  Song  of  Sixpence,  i/r».  N.  S.  Kitchel 110 

Not  a  Mushroom  I'artv,  J.  J.  Ashenhurst 68 

Not  from  My  Eottlo,  llattie  Homer 8 

On  a  Lehigh  Valley  Train,  Tallie  Morgan 167 

On  Certain  Adjectives,  Amos  WeUs 187 

One  BeautT  of  Civilization,  Hev.  Chas.  H.  Kingsley 189 

Only  Conclusion,  A  rchbishnn  John  Ireland. ..'. 83 

Onr  Beneficent  License  Laws,  liufut  C.  Landon 41 

Onr  Watchword— Union!  Chas.  Sumner 14 

Patriot's  Ally,  Mary  H.  Hunt 106 

Peace  Hymn  of  the  Republic,  Jam£t,Whitcomb  JtUty 131 

People'*)  Voice,  A,  ./.  O.  ^Vhittler 154 

"Personal  Liberty  "  Cry,  Prof.  SamuelJJickie 80 

Place  in  Heaven,  National  }V.  C.  T.  U.  Department  of  Mercy 79 

Politlcian'c  Wail,  Edna  C.  Jackson laO 

Power  of  Righteous  Law,  Hev.  Dr.  E.  H.  Chainn Ill 

Practise  ts.  Professions,  Erie  Conference 91 

Prayer,  Jlev.  Dr.  Chas.  F.  Deems 113 

Present  Crisis,  Janus  Russell  Lowell 81 

Prohibition's  Buglo  Call,  Lide  Meriwether 78 

Puzzled  Santa  Clajs,  Alice  M.  Guernsey 161 

Queer,  isn't  it  ?,  Hallie  Homer  Loitthan 66 

Qncstion  for  Patriots,  E.  J.  Wheeler 18 

Quest  Magnificent,  Lelia  Belle  Uewes 81 

Record  of  Non-Partisanship,  A.  S.  Heath ICO 

Red  Niagara,  Charles  8.  Morris 38 

Reformer,  The,  J.  O.  Whittier , 4a 

Remedy  within  Reach,  Clara  C.  Hoffman , .  180 

Resj)onsibility  of  Voters,  Henry  Ward  Beecher 45 

Run  up  tlic  Mag,  Uev.  Dr.  Wm.  B.  Boole 138 

Sailor  Lad,  Olive  Harper 188 

Saint  Monacella'8  Lambs,  H'm.  C.  A.  Axon 167 

Same  Old  Swing,  Edna  C.  Jackson 64 

Self -Government,  John  B.  Finch 86 

Sense  vs.  License,  Horace  Greeley 18 

Sermon  !a  a  Saw-mill,  Rev.  D.  R.  Miller 88 

Shall  Moihers  Vote?,  Rollo  Kirk  Bryan 186 

Short  Story,  Tall'.e  Morgan 141 

Shovel  Out,  Almon  Trask  AUU 38 

Silence  in  the  ChHrcheg,  John  G.  WoolUy 171 


Bimon  Gru1 
Six  Boys,  j\ 
Song  of  Ho 
Bong  of  Ma 
Bong  of  the 
Song  of  the 
Speechless, 
Stamp  it  On 
Stand  Firm 
Supreme  Ci 
Temix;ranc( 
Temperance 
rempcranct 
Terrors  of  I 
That's  the  t 
Three  View 
To-morrow, 
Tower  of  SI 
Tramp's  Vii 
Twisting  an 
Unfortiinat* 
Vessel  in  Di 
Victor,  The. 
Voice  of  a  S 
Voice  of  Sci 
Vot  der  Vot 
Voting  vs.  1 
Wanted  — A 
Wanted-! 
War  God,  T 
Warning,  E 
Weakness  o 
What  Do  Y 
What  is  Fai 
WhatJ.  M. 
MHiat  will  tl 
Which  are  "S 
vVTjlskyDeii 
White  Heat, 
•White  Ribb( 
White  Ribb< 
Why  f  Hatti 
Woman's  Ai 
Woman's  H 
Word  to  the 
Worried  Al> 


TUBLE  OF  CONTKNTS. 


IX 


No. 

16tt 

102 

113 

134 

7 

75 

89 

6ft 

17 

143 

M 

1S8 

148 

101 

14S 

96 

149 

108 

8 

114 

97 

188 

e 

68 

187 

151 

8 

172 

67 

no 

63 
8 

157 

127 

129 

23 

41 

14 

106 

131 

154 

80 

79 

120 

lit 

91 

iia 

81 

78 

161 

66 

13 

31 

ICO 

S2 

48 

130 

45 

138 

122 

167 

64 

86 

18 

88 

126 

141 

38 

171 


No. 


Bimon  Grab's  Dream,  n'utfni  Ili/mane  Journal 146 

Six  Boys,  vl.  (V. //ou!/lvt 48 

Song  of  Hope,  Mary  A.  jMthb        "  '   ' ,.'. lfl2 

Song  of  Martyrdom,  0.  F.  B 78 

Song  of  the  lloiir,  Fred.  Lair.  i,ce  Krunfkg ...................','.      3 

Song  of  the  Sot,  lleiiry  \V.  IIMoway 11 

Speechless,  The,  Anna  Drury 70 

Stamp  it  Oat,  Petrolevtn  V.  A'a^by '. !.!..!!      4 

Stand  Firm,  Geo.  At  well  Lov^oy 64 

Supreme  Carse,  B.  0.  Flower 69 

Temperance  Army,  Mrs.  llaycrqft ISl 

Temperance  Eiluciition  Law,  Hon.  Byron  M.  CuMieon 107 

Temperance  Kevolution,  Abraham  Lincolm 30 

Terrors  of  Eviction,  lleni-y  W.  Grady 100 

That's  the  Question,  The  ConstiluHon ]3,j 

Three  Views  of  a  Whislsy  Bottle,  Ingersoll,  Burlley.  and  Ihalh 34 

To-morrow,  Gerald  Mauey OS 

Tower  of  Shame,  W.  A.  Greenwood 124 

Tramp's  Views,  A,  Lou  J.  Beaiichunip 31 

Twisting  and  Turniup,  Rer.  P..L  Bu!' 46 

Unfortunate  Trellis,  ./olm  G.  Woolley 44 

Vessel  in  Danger,  Jier.  JJr.  Wm.  U.Boole 36 

Victor,  The,  Si.  A.  Iloll 19 

Voice  of  a  Star,  Will  Carleton 16S 

Voice  of  Science,  Dr.  B.  W.  IHchardnoii 118 

Vot  der  Voomang  haf  Ton,  Jennie  Fleming 24 

Voting  vs.  Resolving,  J.  W.  Howe. , 47 

Wanted  — A  Boy,  Indiana  Phalanx 159 

Wanted  —True  Men,  The  Qiient 136 

War  God,  The,  Alice  May  Douglas 165 

Warning,  Edmund  Burke 89 

Weakness  of  Local  Option,  Belle  Kearney las 

What  Do  "Vou  Care  f  /.  F.  11.  Tinting 71 

What  is  Faith  1  John  B.  Gough 105 

What  J.  M.  B.  Thinks,  Katharine  Lenle  Sferenmin 60 

What  will  the  Farmer  Do  f  The  Voice 116 

Which  are  Vou  f  Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox 92 

vVljlsky  Deacon,  Sen.  P.  J.  Bull 81 

White  Heat,  Rev.  J.  C.  Fernald 169 

White  Ribbon  \TV!\y\  Marian  W.  Uvbbard 117 

White  Ribbon  Banner,  Kate  Lnnden 166 

Why  f  Hattie  Horner  Louthan 68 

Woman's  Answer,  A,  Mary  T.  Lathrap 143 

Woman's  Hour,  Mary  T.  Lathrap 170 

Word  to  the  Y's.  Frances  J.  Barnes 115 

Worried  About  Katherine,  Will  Carleton 59 


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LIST  OF  AUTHORS. 


No. 

Ackcrrann,  JeMlc  A ISH 

APie.  AluionTrask 33 

ABlienliurul,  J.J 52 

Axon,  Will.  C.  A Iti7 

Bailey,  Mrs  L.  E 1« 

Baker,  Uelen  Josi'phiiic \!y 

Barnes,  Frances  J 115 

Beaiichauip,  Lou  J 81 

Betchcr,  lleiiry  Ward lit,  4.^ 

B.  E.  8 4<.l 

Boole,  Kev.  Dr.  Win.  H. . .  RR.  7,.  I'cH 

Erooks,  Will.  Grant 6i 

Brown,  Matlle  McClellan 1 

Bryan,  RoUo  Kirk 126 

Buckley,  Rev.  Ur.  J.  M t4 

Bull,  Kev.  P.  J 3,5,  46,  64 

BurceM,  Thos.  II 144 

Burke,  Eilininid hO 

Carleton,  Will 5i),  ](,8 

Chace,  E.  11 l'J3 

Chapin,  Uev.  Dr.  E.  U Ill 

CM 134 

Cook,  Ht'v.  Jow  nil b7 

Crocker,  llacrietTranceiie l&l 

Cuuheon,  iloii.  Byron  M 107 

Deems,  Kev.  Dr.  Cluis.  K 113 

Dickie,  Prof.  Samuel \ . .     80 

Dixon,  Rev.  TUos SS 

Douglas,  Alice  May 1(5 

Drury,  Anna 70 

Ecob,  Rev.  Dr.  J.  II 48 

Pernaid,  Mrs.  NeltleU 113 

Fernold,  Rev.  J.  C 103,  I«9 

Pinch,  John  B 39,  »5,  8« 

Fish,  Georce  A 53 

Flemlr-;,  Jennie 24 

Flower,  B.  O C9 

Foss,  Sam  Walter 140,  158 

Funk,  Rev.  Dr.  I.  K IWi 

fiougar,  Helen  M 155,  104 

(iou^h,  John  B 105 

liradj,  Henry  W 109 

(Ireefey,  Horace 18,  80,  119 

Greenwood,  W.  A 124 

Guernsey,  Alice  M 101 

Hall,  Bolton 1»8 

Ilarper,  Olive 122 

Hawks,  A.  W 48 

IJaycraft,  Mrs 121 

Heath,  A.  R ,34,  KiO 

Heath,  Lili.^nM 173 

liewes,  Lellla  B 21,  57 

U.  G t3 

Hilton,  Mrs.  Jusxie  Urowii 13 

Hoffman,  Clara  C 1 ,0 

Hollow  ay,  Henry  W 11 

Ilolt,M.  A IJ 

Horner,  Hattie 3 

Iloufor,  Jessie  F 5 

Howard,  Wm 75 

Hoxie,  C.  De  F flO 

Hubbard,  Marian  W 117 


No. 

Hunt,  Mary  U 106 

Ingersoll,  Robert  G 34 

IrHiind,  Archbishop  John 22.  40 

Jackson,  Edna  C.   51,  120 

Jones,  Eva 148 

"  Josiah  Allen's  Wile  " 74 

Kearney,  Belle l:.3,  1,50 

Kinjrsley,  Rev.  (  ha».  li 129 

Kilchel,  Mrs.  N.M 110 

Knouies,  Fred  Law  rence S 

l.andon.  Rufus  C 41 

J.iiicDin,  Lucy 61 

Lathlmry,  Mary  A 1(13 

L.itlirap,  Mary  T 101,  !(»•,  143,  170 

Lee.  Mrs.  Hnrrlcon CO 

Lim  oln,  Abraham 80 

I/iiipfillow,  H.  W 125 

Louthan,  Hattie  Hoi  1  ir . .2.5,  55,  (i8, 1)9 

Lovejoy.  (ieo.  Newell 04 

Lovell,  Mrs.  Mary  F 100 

Lowell,  James  Russill M 

Ludlow,  Lorin (I6 

Luiiden,  Kate 166 

McKay,  H.  0 e 

Miuii<ey,  Gerald (15 

Mayllcld,  Eleiiuor 17 

Mead,  Leon g; 

Meriwether,  Liile n 

Miller,  Rev.  D.  It. 88 

Morehouse,  A 103 

Morgan,  Tallie 141,  1.57',  163 

Morris,  Charh  a  S 82 

Nasby,  Petroleum  V 4 

O.  K.  B 78 

Ostrandcr,  FaiiiMo  U 20 

Phillips,  Wendell 20,  101 

Powderly,  T.  V 94 

Iliclmrdson,  Dr.  B.  W 118 

Rilev,  James  Whitconib 131 

Rolfe,  Mrs.  A.  A 13 

KoH e,  J.  W 47 

St.  John,  John  P 56 

Sanders,  Prof.  Chas.  W (12 

Silencer,  Carl ()2 

Spencer,  Caroline H7 

Stetson,  Charlotte  Perkins i.3 

Stevenson,  Katherlne  Lenie 50 

Stikeleather,  L.  A.  E 7 

Sumner,  Chas  8,  14 

Talmage,  T.  DeWill 07 

Thomas,  John  Lloyd 83 

Tinling,  LF.  B n 

Underliill,  Maria  L 61 

Wayland,  Francis 00 

Wells,  AnioB 127 

Wheeler,  E.  J 0.  12,  2K,  139 

Whittier,  J.  G 43,  137,  154 

Wilcox,  Ella  Wheeler 93 

Willard,  Frances  E lU 

Winter,  Mabel  R 78 

Woolley,  John  G.. . .  16,  44.  60,  153,  172 


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PLATFORM    PEARLS. 


1.    KXPRKSSION.* 

Great  powers  of  thought  can  not  be  satisfied  with  crude  forms 
of  expression.  The  best  workmanship,  like  the  highest  art, 
traces  its  incentives  to  the  same  potency.  The  supreme  end 
of  all  genius  as  well  as  art,  is  expression.  The  inspiration 
of  the  poet,  the  infatuation  of  the  scientist,  the  devotion  of 
the  sculptor,  the  thrill  of  the  musician,  the  ardor  of  the  archi- 
tect, as  well  as  the  fervor  and  fire  of  the  orator,  are  moved  by 
the  same  inner  relation  to  nature,  to  truth,  and  to  God.  All 
their  passions  are  begotten  of  soul-germs,  vitalizing  energies 
of  life.  All  great  deeds  are  bom  of  that  imperative  power 
which  moves  men  and  nations  to  creative  expressions. 

Some  have  found  their  prize  in  the  painting  of  immortal 
pictures  that  hang  on  the  soul-walls  of  time  immemorial.  Some 
in  marbles,  which  like  Angelo's  Moses  and  David  "speak"  to 
the  admiring  art  lovers  of  the  centuries  between.  Some  in 
architecture,  like  the  Duomo  at  Milan  which  besp>eak8  a  thous- 
and indulgences  to  eternal  life,  for  twenty  years'  gratuitous 
toil  on  its  marvelous  beauty.  Some  in  poetry,  like  the  sub- 
lime Milton,  the  majestic  Shakespeare,  and  the  sweet-toned 
Burns  and  Tennyson.  Some  in  music,  like  Handel's  Messiah, 
rushing  "as  a  refiner's  fire,"  leaping  from  the  touch  of  a  live 
coal  from  th>3  inner  altar  of  Gtod. 

Some  find  life's  expression  in  the  more  material  world,  and 
Cyrus  W.  Field  in  the  Atlantic  cable  was  as  truly  passionate 
as  was  Rosa  Bonheur  in  the  portrayal  of  muscular  animal  force 
in  the  celebrated  "  Horse  Fair."  And  what  shall  we  say  of  the 
passion  play  of  the  naif  Edison,  as  a  virile  human  candlestick 
to  the  scientific  world,  a  very  comrade  of  the  sun  ? 

In  all  these,  however,  there  is  wanting  that  touch  of  divin- 
ity which  attends  the  power  of  oratory.  This  form  of  expres- 
sion is  super-material  in  a  sense  which  the  others  are  not.  It 
works  its  wonders  on  the  sensitive  nature  of  souls,  in  impres- 
sions which  live  in  conduct,  glow  in  character,  and  burn  in 

♦  From  an  address  dclivprcd  at  tlut  prcHciitiitioii  of  a  medal  at  an  Independ- 
ent Medal  Contest,  at  Falrvlew,  Ohio,  Aug.  ■,•; ,  180S. 
1 


f 


9  Pr.ATFOBM  P«ARt«. 

spirit.  It  breaks  all  bars  of  the  intellect.  It  liberates  the  spirit, 
by  whatever  heretofore  bound.  And  the  man  is  free.  His 
step  isela  tic.  His  movement  is  Arm  and  quick.  He  is  all 
vital,  "iia  if  he  stood  on  a  mountain  and  was  himself  a  hun- 
dred cubits  high." 

I  am  glad  the  youth  of  our  country  pre  so  greatly  helped  in 
the  acquisition  of  this  power  of  expression.  The  time  for  its 
use  draws  nigh.  The  very  energy  of  prepara.icn  in  our  coun- 
try is  a  prophecy  of  the  demand  for  the  service  of  orntoiy. 
God  speaks  to  His  own  through  His  own,  by  just  such  public 
inspirations.  By  this  movement  the  country  is  prepared  for  a 
coming  ordeal.  Letitcjme.  And  let  all  be  ready.  The  institu- 
tions of  our  country  ar^  rocking  in  the  throes  of  a  tremendous 
growth.  Dormant  principles  struggle  to  be  free.  It  is  not 
every  age  that  is  called  to  the  summits  of  progress  to  witness 
a  test  of  Trath.  God  answers  by  fire.  Truly  the  times  are 
aglow  with  the  dawn  of  His  coming.  Sentiment  mounts  to 
principle,  princ'ple  to  action.  Presently  character  must  leap 
from  the  volcanic  hearts  of  patriots  in  spontaneous  force  of 
oratory.    That  day  will  set  men  free. 

TLif*  inimitable  Chatham  once  pictured  to  parliament  the 
inviolable  ''anctity  of  the  English  home.  "  The  poorest  man," 
said  he,  "  may  in  his  cottage  bid  defiance  to  all  the  forces  of 
the  Crown.  It  may  be  frail  —  its  roof  may  shake  — the  wind 
may  blow  through  it  —  the  storm  may  enter  —  but  the  King  of 
England  may  not  enter.  All  his  forces  dare  not  cross  the 
tlireshhold  of  the  ruined  tenement." 

The  sanctity  of  American  homes  mourns,  with  flag  at  half 
mast,  for  want  of  such  orators  in  Congress.  The  government's 
revenue  partner.  Rum,  enters  the  sacred  precincts  of  homes 
innumerable,  without  possible  recourse  for  the  victims.  How 
long,  oh.  Lord,  how  long?  Wake,  ye  voices  of  Pitt,  of  Mira- 
beau,  of  Brougham,  of  Clay,  of  Webster,  of  Choate,  of  Gough, 
of  Finch.  When  ►.ach  patriots  rise  to  speak  it  shall  be  done. 
When  they  command,  the  law  shall  stand  fast.  For  such  ora- 
tory is  the  word  of  life  to  a  nation.  It  is  the  assimilaticr*  of 
thought,  action,  and  character.  Its  fruit  is  righteousness  — 
right  doing  —  the  crown  of  life.  And  thli  glory  shall  come 
with  the  ripeness  of  this  period  of  contests.  The  full,  ripe 
time  of  God. 

— Mattie  McClellan  Brown. 


Platform  Pkarub. 


'ates  the  spirit, 

is  free.     His 

i:k.     He  is  all 

limself  a  hun- 

atly  helped  in 
le  time  for  its 
1  in  our  coun- 
ce  of  orntoiy. 
Bt  such  public 
srepared  for  a 
'.  The  institu- 
a  tremendous 
ee.  It  is  not 
ess  to  witness 
the  times  are 
;nt  mounts  to 
ter  must  leap 
leous  force  of 

arliament  the 
poorest  man," 
1  the  forces  of 
ke  — the  wind 
at  the  King  of 
not  cross  the 

ih  flag  at  half 
!  government's 
lets  of  homes 
'ictims.    How 

Pitt,  of  Mira- 
ate,  of  Gough, 
shall  be  done. 

For  such  ora- 
issimilatic::!  of 
ghteousness  — 
ry  shall  come 
The  full,  ripe 

llan  Brown. 


S.    A   HONO  OV   THE  HOl/B. 

Men  c'  might, 
C  ice  again  for  freedom  fight  t 
Children  of  the  dusky  race, 
Men  of  every  rank  and  place. 
Put  the  hostile  liordes  to  flight ! 

Smite  them  low. 
Midst  the  liquor's  crimson  flow  ! 
Back  from  every  cursed  shrine 
Hurl  the  votaries  of  wine ; 
Let  them  feel  they  have  a  foe ! 

Struggle  well. 
In  the  teeth  of  shot  and  shell ! 
In  the  fury  of  the  atorm 
Sound  the  war-cry  of  reform, 
Shout  defiance  back  to  hell ! 

Wave  on  high 
Banners  bluer  than  the  sky. 
Signals  redder  than  the  flood 
That  is  fed  by  martyr's  blood ; 
Let  their  folds  triumphant  fly ! 


Gk)d  has  come  I 
Tell  it  in  the  rolling  drum  ; 

Bee  Him  in  his  awful  wrath 

Hunting  on  the  bloody  path  ; 
See  Him  strike  His  foemen  dumb  1 

We  shall  win 

O'er  the  ranks  of  crime  and  sin  I 
Evil  ever  yields  to  right. 
Day  has  always  followed  night, 

Vice  has  ne'er  victorious  been. 

Far  away 
Oleam  the  first  long  lines  of  day  I 
Darkness  like  a  shroud  is  diavvTi 
Backward  from  the  brow  of  dawn. 
Gloria  tibi  Dominie  I 

—Fred  Lawrence  Knowle; 


PLATrOKM  PkaRLH. 


i 


3.    NOT    FBOm    WV    BOTTLE. 

'•  We  muHt  be  polite,"  and  "  sometimes  we  must  ♦oat—" 
Not  from  wy  bottle,  oh,  no ! 

And  some  men  "  will  have  it"  whenever  they  meet- 
Not  from  my  bottle,  oh,  no ! 

The  saloon  may  go  on,  and  my  vote  may  be  lost, 

My  influence,  t«io,  may  not  count  with  the  host, 

And  liquor  be  boufe,ht  at  whatever  the  cost  — 
But  not  from  viy  bottle,  no,  no ! 

But  all  men  are  free,  sir,  to  drink  if  they  chooso— " 

Not  from  my  bottla.  oh,  no  ! 
"  'Twill  be  sold  on  the  sly,  anJ  the  license  we'll  lose—" 

But  not  from  my  bottle,  oh,  no ! 
The  ladies  may  sip  and  the  boys  learn  to  drink. 
And  men  stagger  down  unto  Hell's  awful  brink. 
And  rum  may  flow  on  till  p11  Christendom  sink  — 

Not  from  my  bottle,  no,  no  1 

"  It  will  always  be  drunk,  tho  a  few  may  oppose—" 

Not  from  my  bottle,  oh,  no  ! 
'■  There  is  more  sold  than  ever  as  each  season  goes—" 

Not  from  my  bottle,  oh,  no ! 
"  'Tis  useless,"  they  say,  "  you're  a  fraction  so  slight." 
Perhaps.    But  the  fraction  at  least  will  be  right. 
And  God  will  reward  him  who  all  through  the  fight 

Cried  :    "  Not  from  my  bottle,  oh,  no ! 

—HattieH  -^ler. 


4.    STAMP    IT    OUT. 

License  throws  no  ihield  over  the  helpless  wife,  or  the  hun- 
gry child.  It  leaves  the  State  with  the  regular  burden  of 
lunatics  and  paupers.  TT.e  mill  grinds  on  just  the  same,  and 
the  never-ending  grist  of  fresh  humanity,  with  capabilities  for 
good,  goes  into  the  hopper,  and  out  comep  the  horrible  product 
of  lunatics,  paupers,  and  criminals,  just  the  same. 

The  wail  of  the  worse  than  widow,  the  cry  of  the  starved  ami 
suffering  child  goes  to  heaven,  but  human  fatuity  lias  inter- 
posed the  shield  of  "  regulation  "  and  no  answer  comes  — Regu- 
lation, forsooth !  Can  the  vitiated  appetite  of  the  boy  be  "  regu- 
lated '  ?  Is  there  any  way  to  regulate  the  man  or  boy  wh '  ha« 
implanted  within  himself  an  appetite  wliich  has  taken  from 
him  every  particle  of  will  jiower  V    Can  you  save  a  man  with  a 


ri.ATroRM  Pkahls. 


u8t'-,-at— " 
f  meet— 

OHt, 
)St, 


hOOBO— " 

3'11  lose—" 

ik, 
ink, 
ink  — 


jpose  — 

n  goen— " 

so  slight." 
ight. 
;he  fight 
th,  no ! 
—HattieH  ■n?er. 

38  wife,  or  the  hun- 
regular  burden  of 
just  the  same,  and 
fith  capabilities  for 
he  horrible  product 
!  same. 

•y  of  the  starved  antl 
n  fatuity  lias  inter- 
swer  comes  —  Regu- 
lif  the  boy  be  "  regu- 
man  or  boy  wh '  has 
ich  has  taken  from 
u  save  a  man  with  a 


fever  in  any  other  way  than  to  remove  tlie  causo  of  the  foverT 
"Regulation?"  Do  you  want  to  triko  a  census  to  cnumorato 
your  children  and  say,  "  I  will  so  regulate  this  evil  tliat  tlii3 
child  shall  be  mine  and  that  one  the  saloon -keotier's?"  In  brief, 
do  you  want  to  perpetuate  an  evil,  or  do  you  want  to  kill  it? 
If  the  rum  power  really  owns  the  State  and  community,  in 
Ood's  name  let  it  have  its  way  in  peace.  If  it  dooa  not,  if 
humanity  has  any  rights,  if  the  State  and  (ho  family  havo  any 
claim  to  be  considered,  let  the  law  assert  itself,  and  stamp  it 
out.         — PeiroleuiH  V,  Kaabj,  in  Aorth  American  Kciicw. 


S.    THB  OOLD  OP  BIOHT  HABITS. 

Tliis  bi-chloride  treatment  of  gold,  my  dear  boy. 

Of  which  in  the  pajiers  we  read, 
Will  doubtless  bring  joy  into  homes  full  of  woe. 

And  balm  to  some  hearts  which  now  bleed  ; 
For  many  ft  man.  who  is  traveling  down 

Tlie  hill  that  most  surely  will  lead 
To  death  and  destruction,  will  grasp  at  this  gold, 

As  drowning  men  grasp  at  a  reed. 

But  gold  can  be  taken  in  childhood,  my  boy. 

Which  works  in  a  far  surer  way ; 
Tlie  gold  of  right  habits,  pure  thoughts  and  desires, - 

Bright  bands,  growing  brighter  each  day  ; 
Tlie  gold  which  is  sent  from  the  Father  above, 

To  shield  from  the  tempter's  hard  sway. 
Each  boy,  who  will  take  up  his  stand  for  the  right. 

And  iiot  for  one  moment  delay. 

So  seek  for  this  gold  in  your  upringtime,  dear  boy, 

This  wisdom  and  strength  from  on  high  ; 
Then  safely  you'll  walk  through  the  years  that 
come, 

Though  many  a  pitfall  be  nigh  ; 
For  God  sends  His  angel  to  camp  round  that  boy. 

Who  dares  to  stand  firm,  tho  he  die, 
And  leads  him  through  all  of  the  dangers  of  youth, 

Up,  up,  to  that  home  in  the  sky. 

— Jcsui''  F.  Hf/uner, 


will 


Pl.ATrOHM  Pkari.h. 


e.  THK  nii;8SiriiniAN'ff  vikw. 

He  waa  a  converted  MuHHulman,  and  had  come  U>  America 
to  couiplete  atudies  prior  to  doing  iniHHionury  work  in  liiH  nat'vo 
country.  Like  all  foreignt^ra,  he  woh  inciuiuitive,  and  for  Home 
time  had  been  keeping  a  prominent  miniHter  huHy  explaining 
the  characteristics  of  tliia  country. 

Suddenly,  one  day  he  exclaimed :  "  What  in  the  nature  of 
this  strong  drink,  alcohol,  I  hear  ho  much  alxnitV  In  all 
Mohammedan  countries  it  iH  prai  tically  unknown." 

"Alcohol!  Alcohol!"  thundered  the  illuHtriouH  divine  in 
reply.  "It  is  a  deadly  poison,  and  Ih  commonly  ummI  ax  n 
stimulant  in  this  country ;  but  with  it  alone  240,000  Miloon- 
keepers  annually  kill  over  60.000  people,  and  incite  othent  t^) 
commit  nine-tenths  of  the  crime  committed  in  this  country." 

"Then  ought  not  these  Baloon-keepera,  whom  you  style 
murderers,  to  be  punished  like  other  criminals  ?" 

"Well,  hardly.  You  see,  by  paying  a  certain  sum  they 
secure  from  the  judges  of  our  courts  a  legal  right  to  poison 
their  fellow  men." 

"Oh,  then  the  judges  are  the  reHponsible  parties?" 

"  Not  exactly.  The  judges  are  only  the  interpreters  of 
the  law,  and  are  required  to  grant  licenseH  to  the  proper 
applicants." 

"  I  see.  Then  the  prime  instigators  of  all  this  crime  are  the 
legislators  of  the  several  States?  But  why  do  the  people  not 
only  permit  these  murderers  to  remain  in  office,  but,  year  after 
year,  reelect  them, —  knowing,  as  they  do,  that  permission  will 
be  given  for  the  continuation  of  this  damnable  traffic  ?" 

That  is  the  question.  Voters  of  this  nation,  think  on  tlu^) 
things  ! "  —U.  G.  McKa//. 


THB  HOUSE  THAT  SAM   BUlIiT. 

[A  Gtovemment  Distillery.] 
This  iu  the  house  that  Sam  built. 
[The  Distiller.] 

This  is  the  man 

Who  says  that  he  can 
Manage  the  house  that  Sam  built. 

[Whisky.] 
Tliis  is  the  drink 


[I 


[DenuK 

cl 


[Tliere  are 


Pl.ATKOHM   l'KAKI..S. 


come  to  America 

^-ork  ill  liiHiiat've 

ve,  and  for  Homo 

l>UHy  explaining 

:  iH  tlie  nature  of 

1  alxnit  V    In  all 

)wn." 

HtrioUH  divine  in 

iionly  used  iw  a 

LI  240,000  Baloon- 

1  incite  othent  t<i 

in  thia  comitry." 

whom  you  style 

i?" 

;ertain  Hum  they 

1  right  to  poiHon 

larties?" 

B  interpreters  of 

«  to  the  proper 

his  crime  are  the 
o  the  people  not 
e,  but,  year  after 
it  permission  will 
^  traffic  ?" 
1,  think  on  thme 
H.  O.  McKay. 


(How  Mid  to  think  !) 
That  is  made  by  the  man 
Who  swears  that  he  can 
Manage  the  house  that  Ham  built. 

[Iiegislators,  Magistrates.  Commissiimers,  etc.  ] 
These  are  the  law-makers, 
Ueally  law-breakers. 
Who  license  the  drink 
(How  sad  to  think  !) 
That  is  made  by  the  man 
Who  swears  that  he  can 
Manage  the  house  that  Ham  built. 

[Democrats,  Republicans,  etc.,  many  of  them  prtMMihers, 
church  memV)er8,  and  professing  Christians.] 

Then  here  are  the  jieople, 
Some  of  whom  worship 
Under  the  church  steeple ! 
And  then  cast  their  l)allot8 
For  these  law-makers. 
Really  law-breakers, 
That  license  the  drink 
(How  sad  to  think  I) 
That  is  made  by  the  man 
Who  swears  that  he  can 
Manage  the  liouse  that  Sam  built. 


It. 


[Tliere  are  700,000  drunkards  in  this  country,  made  c 
Ham's  civilized  (?)  whisky.] 
Alas  !  these  are  the  drunkards, 
Made  so  by  the  people. 
Some  of  whom  worship 
Under  the  church  steeple, 
And  then  cast  their  ballots 
For  the  law-makers. 
Truly  law-breakers, 
That  license  the  drink 
(How  sad  to  think  !) 
Tliat  i ,  11  ade  by  the  nuin 
That  swe  irs  that  he  can 
Manage  the  Louse  that  Sam  built. 


y  Uncle 


I 


fLATrnRN  PKAUL». 


[Chililron,  MotherH.  Wives,  otc.l 

lxx)k  at  tlip  childit'ii, 

Sad-t'3  I'd  and  dreary, 

The  motherH  and  wiv«»«, 

Broken-hearted  and  weary , 

Of  the  men  who  are  drunkardH. 

Made  so  by  the  |)eople  ; 

Some  of  whom  worship 

Under  tlie  nteeple. 

And  then  cast  their  ballott 

For  these  law-makers. 

Really  law-breakers, 

That  license  the  drink 

(How  sad  to  think  t) 

Tliat  ia  made  by  the  man 

Who  swears  that  he  can 
Manage  the  house  that  Sam  built. 

—L.  A.  K.  Stikeleather. 


8.    RIAINIiPUINO  OF  TBIIfnPH.* 

I  hear  the  old  political  saw,  that  "we  must  take  the  least  of 
two  evils."  .  .  .  For  myself,  if  two  evils  are  presented  to 
me,  I  will  take  neither.  There  are  occasions  of  political  differ- 
ence, 1  admit,  wlien  it  may  become  exjiedient  to  vote  for  a 
candidate  who  does  not  completely  represent  our  sentiments. 
There  are  matters  legitimately  within  the  range  of  expediency 
and  compromise.  The  Tarilf  and  the  Currency  are  of  this 
character.  If  a  candidate  differs  from  me  on  these  more  or 
less,  I  may  yet  vote  for  him.  But  the  question  before  the 
country  is  of  another  character.  This  will  not  admit  of  com- 
promise. It  is  not  within  the  domain  of  expediency.  To  be 
wrong  on  this  is  to  be  wrong  wholly.  It  is  not  merely  expedient 
for  us  to  defend  Freedom  when  n;«ailed,  but  our  duty  so  to  do, 
unreservetlly,  and  careless  of  consequences.     .    .     . 

But  it  is  said  that  we  shall  throw  away  our  votes,  and  that 
our  opposition  shall  fail.  Fail,  sir  !  No  honest,  earnest  effort 
in  a  good  cause  can  fail.  It  may  not  be  crowned  with  applause 
of  men ;  it  may  not  seem  to  touch  the  goal  of  immediate 
worldly  success,  which  is  the  end  and  aim  of  so  much  in  life. 
But  it  is  not  lost.  It  helps  to  strengthen  the  weak  with  new 
•  From  an  addreu  delivon"!  .Uino  OH,  IHls. 


PLATroiui  ItAntm. 


inlH. 


lit. 

=.'.  Stikeleather. 

IPH.* 

t  tako  the  leoat  of 
are  pr»»8onted  to 
jf  political  differ- 
nt  to  vote  for  a 
;  our  Bcntiments. 
ige  of  expediency 
ency  are  of  this 
)n  theso  more  or 
?stion  before  the 
H  admit  of  com- 
pediency.  To  be 
merely  expedient 
3ur  duty  bo  to  do, 

ir  votes,  and  that 
est,  earnest  elTort 
led  with  applause 
tal  of  immediate 
BO  much  in  life, 
s  weak  with  new 


virtue— to  arm  the  irrowilute  with  projM-r  enerny— to  unimnto 
nil  with  devotion  to  duly,  wliieh  in  the  end  eoii(|uerH  all.  I'ail ! 
liid  the  nuirtvrH  fail  wiien  with  prtH'iouH  IiUmhI  they  Howed  tht< 
need  iif  the  ehnreh  V  I 'id  the  diHOomHt<-d  ehainpionn  of  Free- 
dom fail,  who  have  left  tlione  nainen  in  hJHtory  that  can  never 
•lie?  Did  the  three  hundred  Hpartans  fail,  when  in  the  i. arrow 
pnHH  they  did  not  feiir  to  brave  the  innumerable  PerHian  ho«tH, 
whoBo  very  arrowH  darkene<l  the  8un?  OverlK)rnp  by  nunil)era, 
cnuhed  to  earth,  they  left  an  example  greater  far  than  any  vic- 
tory. Anil  thiH  in  the  lea«t  we  can  do.  Our  example  will  be  the 
mainspring  of  triumph  hereafter. 

—Charles  Sumtier. 


9.    TIIR   inOANINO  OP  THB   BAB. 

Young  'Lijah  wan  a  likely  lad, 

V\mn  a  farm  he  grew  ; 
Ho  stood  l)e8ide  the  bars  at  eve 

And  watched  the  cows  come  through. 

The  farm  l)ecame  too  slow  for  him, 

He  Hought  the  town  afar  ; 
And  s(K)n  again,  we  grieve  to  say, 

Waa  standing  by  the  bar. 

There  gathered  round  him  "jolly  friends," 

Ar  still  such  friends  there  are ; 
He  soon  assumed  the  next  degree, 

"The  prisoner  at  the  bar." 

He  hears  no  more  the  low  of  kine. 

Nor  sees  the  evening  stars, 
A  sadder  and  a  wiser  youth, 

He  stands  behind  the  bars. 

—E.  J.  Wheeler. 


10.    DON'T  SELL  YOI7B  CONSCIENCE. 

Let  us  have  firm  courage,  kindness  of  temper,  willingness  to 
make  concessions  in  things  of  mere  policy,  but  no  concession 
of  principles,  no  yielding  of  moral  convictions,  no  paltering 
with  our  consciences.  Thirty  pieces  of  silver  bought  Christ 
and  hung  Judas.  If  you  sell  your  convictions  to  Fear,  you  give 
yourself  to  a  vagabond.  If  you  sell  your  conscience  to  Interest, 
you  traffic  with  a  fiend.    The  fear  of  doing  right  is  the  grand 


(^ 


10 


Platform  Peablh. 


titaMtm  iu  times  of  dangt  r.  When  you  consent  to  give  up 
your  convictions  of  justice,  Immanity,  and  liberty  for  the  sake 
of  tranquillity,  you  are  like  men  who  buy  a  treacherous  trnce 
of  tyrants  by  giving  up  their  weajKms  of  war.  Cowards  are 
the  food  of  despots. 

When  a  storm  is  on  the  ileep,  and  the  ship  labors,  men  throw 
over  the  deck-load  ;  they  ca.3t  forth  the  heavy  freight,  and  ride 
easier  as  their  merchandise  grows  less.  But  in  our  time  men 
propose  to  throw  overboard  the  compass,  the  charts,  the  chro- 
nometers and  sextant,  but  to  keep  the  freight ! 

For  the  sake  of  a  principle  our  fathers  dared  to  defy  the 
proudest  nation  on  the  globe.  They  suffered.  They  con- 
quered. We  are  never  tired  of  praising  them.  But  when  we 
are  called  to  stand  firm  for  a  principle,  we  tremble,  we  whine, 
we  evade  duty,  we  shuffle  up  a  compromise  by  which  we  may 
sell  our  conscience  and  save  our  pocket. 

— Henry  Ward  Beecher. 


11.    THK  SONG  OF  'rHE  SOT. 

His  clothes  quite  shabby  and  worn. 

And  nose  with  blotches  red, 
A  toper  sat,  with  trembling  hand, 

Supporting  his  dizzy  head. 
He  di-inks !  drinks  !  drinks ! 

And  makes  his  life  a  blot ; 
His  voice  grows  faint,  and  he  more  sad, 

Mumbling  this  "  Song  of  the  Sot." 

"  I  drink  !  drink  !  drink  ! 

In  the  early  hours  of  mom ; 
And  drink  !  drink  1  drink  ! 

Till  I  feel  so  sad  and  lorn. 
And  why  am  I  such  a  slave? 

Why  make  my  life  a  curse  ? 
Why  drink  so  much,  and  brawl  and  rave, 

And  go  from  bad  to  worse? 

"I  drink  !  drink  !  drink  ! 

Till  my  head  begins  to  swim  ; 
And  drink  t  drink  I  drink  I 

Till  eyes  are  heavy  and  dim. 
In  sorrow,  in  want,  in  shame, 


.,J^ 


Platfohu  Pkarls. 


11 


onsent  to  give  up 

iberty  for  the  sake 

treacherous  trnce 

s'ar.     CowarilH  are 

I  labors,  men  throw 
y  freight,  and  ride 
t  in  our  time  men 
3  charts,  the  chro- 
it! 

dared  to  defy  the 
'ered.  They  con- 
m.  But  when  we 
remble,  we  whine, 
by  which  we  may 

I  Ward  Beecher. 

iiOT. 

fn, 


I, 


>re  sad, 
ot." 


and  rave, 


In  shame  and  want  and  sorrow, 
I  drink  and  loaf  the  live-long  day, 
And  do  the  same  to-morrow, 

"  O  men,  with  mothers  fond  I 

O  men,  with  sisters  and  wivee  I 
You  thus  mar  not  merely  your  own, 

But  some  other  people's  lives. 
I  drink  t  drink  !  drink  ! 

In  sorrow,  want,  and  shame  ; 
I  ruin  myself,  disgrace  my  kin. 

And  blaat  my  name  and  fame. 

"But  wliy  do  I  speak  of  fame, 

When  my  life  is  blank  and  drear  ? 
Why  talk  so  glibly  of  name, 

Wliich  I'd  sell  for  a  glass  of  beer  ? 
I  might  and  should  be  a  man, 

But  drink  has  marred  my  career ; 
Has  chilled  my  heart,  benumbed  my  brain, 

Till  life  is  void  of  cheer. 

'« I  drink  !  drink !  drink ! 

But  it  does  not  slake  my  thirst ; 
It  burns  my  throat :  and  oh !  my  head : 

It  aches  as  if  'twould  burst ! 
Look  at  my  home !  which  ought  to  glow 

Witli  bloom  of  health  and  cheer  ; 
Dear  ones  are  sick,  the  stock  is  low  ; 

They're  feeling  want,  I  fear, 

"  I  drink  !  drink  !  drii>  ! 

Till  money  and  health  aic  ^one ; 
And  drink  !  drink  !  drink  I 

Till  I'm  lean  and  lank  and  wan. 
My  friends  of  yore,  with  haughty  mien. 

Pass  by,  with  scarce  a  nod  ; 
They  now  regard  my  life,  I  ween, 

As  worth  no  more  than  a  clod. 

"  If  I  had  but  one  short  hour, 

A  respite,  e'en  thus  brief. 
Would  give  some  time  for  love  and  hope 

To  ease  my  load  of  grief. 


I 


lit 


Flatforu  Pbahlb. 


lliii 


But  my  thirst  for  drink's  bo  ffreat  — 

T  yearn  for  the  spark  Hng  Ixjwl  — 
It  must  be  quenched,  in  spite  of  fate, 

If  1  had  to  sell  my  soul." 

His  clotlies  quite  shabby  and  worn, 

And  nose  with  blotches  red, 
A  toper  bat,  with  trembling  hand. 

Supjwrting  his  dizzy  head. 
He  drinks !  drinks !  drinks ! 

And  makes  liis  life  a  blot ; 
In  a  voice  of  Kloom  as  drear  as  a  pall 

He  sang  this  '•  Song  of  the  Sot." 

—Henry  W.  Holloway. 

12.    THK  ai'ESTION  FOR  PATRIOTS. 

Patriots  of  America,  do  you  want  this  Government  run  by 
the  gin  mills?  That  is  the  question  of  the  present  and  of  the 
future.  All  this  prating  about  "  personal  liberty  "  is  to  avoid 
that  thimdering  inquiry.  The  saloons  are  in  control  of  every 
strategic  point  in  politics.  Find  us,  if  you  can,  a  leading  poli- 
tician in  either  old  party  that  dares  to  stand  out  in  the  open 
air  and  tell  the  public  that  the  saloon  is  a  curse  to  our  civiliza- 
tion. They  know  it  is  a  curse  and  in  their  hearts  they  despise 
it ;  but  they  know  too  that  it  would  break  their  political  necks 
in  a  twinkling  if  they  dared  lo  make  such  an  utterance. 
Every  "boss"  in  American  politics,  from  Tweed  down, 
has  been  a  "boss"  by  reason  alone  of  his  control  over  slum 
elemente,  and  the  statesmen  who  are  guiding  the  destinies 
of  Ameiica  to-day  are  statesmen  chosen  for  their  inoffensive- 
ness  or  positive  friendliness  to  the  liquor  power.  Tha  240,000 
gin-mills  of  this  land,  if  each  controls  but  ten  votes  or  is  the 
medium  through  which  ten  votes  are  to  be  "influenced," 
would  swing  a  vote  of  2,400.000.  and  they  can  do  it  and  will  do 
it  at  any  time  for  "boodle."  The  Praetorian  Guard  of  Rome 
offering  the  emjjerorship  of  the  world  to  the  highest  bidder 
hardly  equaled  the  scene  in  this  loved  land  in  which  the  salotMis, 
orgniiizod  by  counties,  by  States,  and  nationally,  auction  off 
political  favdrs  to  the  biggest  "  barrel." 

Men  say  they  dont  think  it  hurts  to  drink  a  glass  of  beer 
once  ill  a  \\  hile.  But  does  it  hurt  to  have  this  country  run  by 
the  gin-milU)'    That  is  the  question.    Any  man  who  cares 


Platform  Peart.s. 


13 


e. 


11 

W.  HoUoway, 

;iOTS. 

?rnment  run  by 
sent  and  of  the 
rty  "  is  to  avoid 
K)ntrol  of  every 

a  leading  poll- 
)ut  in  the  open 
I  to  our  civiliza- 
rtB  they  despise 
r  political  necks 
L  an  utterance. 

Tweed  down, 
itrol  over  slum 
ig  the  destinies 
leir  inoffensive- 
ir.    Tha  240,000 

votes  or  is  the 
I  "influenced," 
o  it  and  will  do 
Tuard  of  Rome 

highest  bidder 
licli  the  8alo(<iis, 
lly,  auction  off 

a  glass  of  beer 
sountry  run  by 
aan  who  carea 


more  for  his  occasioiiiil  glass  of  wino  or  Ix'er  than  \w  cares  for 
decent  government,  is  a  uiiin  who  is  in  imminent  danger  of 
Hjiending  to-morrow  night  in  the  gutter  or  the  station  house. 
Men  say,  '"liquor  doesn't  hurt  me" ;  hut  dws  it  hurt  them  to 
have  the  government  run  by  the  gin-niilla  iuid  to  have  gin-mill 
politicians  decree  legislation  for  the  greatest  Republic  of  ail 
time? 

The  only  way  to  get  rid  of  saloon  rule  and  saloon  iwlitics  is 
by  getting  rid  of  the  saloons.  And  the  only  way  to  get  rid  of 
the  saloons  is  to  vote  into  power  the  only  party  that  says 

The  saloon  must  go! 

—E.  J.  Wheeler. 

13.    THK  rOST  or   A    LKDNSE. 

Little  Willie  came  in  with  a  glowing  face, 

And  hia  questioning  eyes  showed  just  a  trace 

Of  excitement  and,  may  be,  of  envy,  too, 

In  their  sunny  depths  so  sweet  and  blue. 

And  he  said,  as  his  curls  from  his  brow  he  tossed, 

"  Auntie!  what  is  a  license,  and  what  does  it  cost? 

Ned  Baker's  father,  he  told  me  at  play, 

Was  going  to  buy  a  license  to-day. 

Papas  as  rich  as  the  Bakers,  I  know, 

Wliy  couldn't  we  have  a  I  i -("nse,  too  ?  " 

O'er  her  soul  there  swept  u  cold,  dread  wave, 
Such  aa  we  feel  by  a  yawning  grave  — 
A  look  of  terror  stole  into  her  face  ; 
She  clasped  the  child  in  a  close  embrace. 
As  if  she  feared  that  he  might  be  lost. 

"  I  don't  know  just  what  licenses  cost, 
But  the  license  that  Baker  will  buy,  I  think, 
Is  a  license  to  sell  his  neighbors  drink. 
Fifty  dollars,  I  think,  that  Ephraim  Stone 
Paid  for  one  in  days  that  are  gone. 
I  imid  more,  ten  thousand  times, 
Tho  'twas  not  all  in  dollars  and  dimes. 
My  husband,  your  granduncle,  Cyrus  Jones, 
Used  to  go  over  to  Ephraim  Stone's, 
At  first  just  to  pass  an  hour  away 
And  hear  wliat  otiiers  might  have  to  say. 
But,  by  and  by,  he  began  to  drink  ; 
Oh,  my  heart  grows  sick  when  I  stop  to  think 


■iiaiti 


14 


Pi-ATFORM  Pearls. 


!  i 

m 

ill 

1! 


■  H 

I:; 


n 


How  the  dark  storm  gatlieietl  as  time  went  by, 
Till  no  light  was  left  in  my  life's  dnll  sky. 
Slowly  hope  was  crushe.I,  for  never  more 
Could  I  trust  and  believe  as  I  did  before. 

"  But  there  were  the  children,  Bessie  and  Jack, 
And  I  hoped  for  a  time  they  might  win  him  back. 
Sometimes  remorse  would  o'er  him  sweep, 
And  he'd  promise  while  I  would  pray  and  weep 
Tliat  for  the  sake  of  those  children  and  me 
He  w^ould  be  the  man  that  he  used  to  be  ; 
And  that  meant  much  —  never  prouder  wife 
Than  I  till  that  license  wrecked  my  life. 
But  the  promise  was  broken,  and  day  by  day 
The  darkness  grew  denser  about  my  way. 
His  love  seemed  a  thing  of  the  long  ago. 
And  at  last  one  day  he  struck  me  a  blow. 
Years  have  passed  since  then  ;  but  on  ray  brov/ 
I  seem  to  feel  it  burning  now. 
Joy  and  gladness  were  long  since  fled, 
Hope  in  my  heart  lay  crushed  and  dead, 
And  when  he  struck  me  that  bitter  blow 
Tlie  last  faint  spark  of  love  died,  too. 
He  died  very  soon  in  a  drunken  spree  ; 
I  was  almost  glad,  for  it  set  me  free. 
My  very  life  waa  wrapped  up  in  Jack  — 
Sure  he  could  not  follow  his  father's  track ; 
But,  ere  I  knew  it,  my  brave  bright  son 
Was  a  slave  to  that  license  of  Ephraim  Stone. 
Oh,  Willie !  my  darling  I  I  can  not  tell 
How  the  night  of  horror  over  me  fell, 
And  storm-clouds  gathered  thick  and  fast 
O'er  my  helpless  head,  till  they  broke  at  last, 
And  my  beautiful  boy  was  brought  home  dead  — 
'  Slain  by  a  comrade's  hand,'  they  said. 
Over  there  in  the  shadows  dark  and  deep 
He  lies,  while  I  still  live  and  weep. 

"  And  Bessie,  you  say  :  Well,  there  came  to  our  place 
A  gay  young  man  with  a  handsome  face. 
He  was  bright  and  pleasant  and  wiiming,  too  — 
Such  as  girls  are  apt  to  fancy,  you  know. 
I  begged  and  pleaded ;  for  it  was  known 
He  liked  the  tavern  of  Ephraim  Stone. 


"Tw.is 
Slio  n 
St!arci 
With 
•Ti 
All  fo 
All  al 
If,  wl 
T  shal 

(ioil  O 


Thus    fa 
Union,  then 
all  parties, 
must  prevai 

Let  me  c 
Democrats, 
common  ca 
come  togetli 
past  ditfereii 
strife,  only  i 
at  midnight 
us  to  exting 
in  selecting 
most  genero 
direction  of 
water  upon 
Our  leader  i 
resentative  ( 

Let  Masf 
made  our  e 
faith  .  .  .  t 
Christianity 

In  the  ct 
of  party,  th( 
office-seeker 
longer  divor 
in  the  holy  ^ 

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I'J^ATKOUM    i'JCAKL.S. 


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ent  by, 

r. 
•e 

ind  Jack, 
him  back. 

P. 

(d  weep 

ue 


wife 


day 


y  brov/ 


itone. 


it 

last, 
edead  — 


me  to  our  place 
f,  too  — 


"Twus all  in  vain  —  these  tears  will  start ; 
Slio  married  hira  —  and  —  he  broke  her  heart. 
Si-arcp  two  years  and  she  lay  at  rest, 
Wifli  ray  only  grandcliild  on  her  breast. 

"  I'm  childless  iiiul  lioj)eles8  and  all  iilone  — 
All  for  thai  liicnso  of  Ephraim  Stone. 
All  alontT  I  live,  and  I  sit  and  wonder 
If.  when  I  search  the  home  over  yonder, 
I  shall  find  even  there  all  I've  loved  and  lost  — 
( Soil  only  knows  what  that  license  cost !  " 

—  Mrs.  A.  A.  Uolfe. 

II.    rtl  l»    WATCIIIVOKD  ~l  !VION.* 

Thns  far  the  friends  of  freedom  have  been  divided. 
Union,  then,  mnst  he  our  watchword  —union  among  men  of 
all  parties.  By  such  union  we  consolidate  an  opjwsition  which 
must  prevail. 

Let  me  call  upon  you,  then,  men  of  all  parties,  Whigs  and 
Democrats,  or  however  namer",  to  come  forward  and  join  in  a 
common  cause.  Let  us  all  leave?  the  old  organizations  and 
come  together.  In  the  crisis  before  us,  it  becomes  us  to  forget 
past  differences  and  those  names  which  have  been  the  signal  of 
strife,  only  remembering  oiu-  duties.  When  the  fire-bell  rings 
at  midnight,  we  ask  not  if  it  be  Whigs  or  Democrats  who  join 
us  to  extinguish  the  flames  ;  nor  do  we  make  any  such  iniiuiry 
in  selecting  our  leader  then.  To  the  Jstrongcst  arm  and  the 
most  generous  soul  we  defer  at  once.  To  him  we  commit  the 
direction  of  the  engine.  His  hand  gra8i>s  the  piiie  to  jiour  the 
wat«r  upon  the  raging  conflagi-ation.  So  must  we  do  now. 
Our  leader  must  be  the  man  who  is  the  ablest  and  surest  rep- 
resentative of  the  principles  to  whi  h  we  are  pledged. 

Let  Massachusetts,  nurse  of  the  men  and  principles  that 
made  our  earliest  revolution,  vow  herself  anew  to  her  early 
faith  .  .  .  the  whol)  comprehended  in  that  sublime  relation  of 
Christianity,  the  Brotherhood  of  Man. 

In  the  contemplation  of  these  great  interests,  the  intrigues 
of  party,  the  machinations  of  iwliticians,  the  combinations  of 
office-seekers,  all  pass  from  sight.  Politics  and  morals,  no 
longer  divorced  from  each  other,  become  one  and  inseparable 
'"  the  holy  wedlock  of  Christian  sentiment.  Such  a  union  ele- 
*  From  an  iiddrcRi  dellvemi  at  Worcegtcr.  .riiiic  •,>«,  1(M8. 


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I'LATFUUM  Pearls. 


vates  politics,  while  it  gives  a  new  sphere  to  morals.  Political 
discussions  have  a  grnndeur  which  they  never  before  assumed. 
Released  from  topics  which  concern  only  the  selfish  squabble 
for  gain,  and  are  often  independent  of  morals,  they  come  home 
to  the  heart  and  conscience.  A  novel  force  piisses  into  the  con- 
tests of  party,  breathing  into  them  the  breath  of  a  new  life  —  of 
Hope,  Progress,  Justice,  Humanity.  —  ( Viur/cs  Sumner. 


15.  TUG   BABY   !>110IJS. 

'Twas  last  month  in  camp ;  us  fellei-s 

Had  been  haulin"  logs  fer  days, 
When  there  came  a  roarin'  blizzard  — 

Not  with  'commodatin'  ways  — 
But  a  regular  ole  timer. 

'Twarn't  no  use  to  try  to  haul, 
So  we  settled  down  an'  figured 

On  a  program  we  called  "  tall." 
So  that  night  as  darkness  gathered, 

We  drew  up  around  the  fire  ; 
"  Gracious,"  Tom  said,  "  hear  it  blowin'l 

Can't  ye  pile  the  logs  up  higher  V" 
And  we  did,  then  watched  it  blowin', 

Toastin'  our  bestockin'ed  feet. 
Then  tossed  pennies  to  determine 

WTio  should  tell  a  story     Fete 
Got  heads.     "Come  on,  ole  feller, 

Tell  us  Bomethin'  pretty  bright, 
Fer  the  kerosene's  clean  petered 

An'  this  fire  don't  give  much  light." 
But  he  said  he  couldn't.    Gracious  1 

When  us  fellers  spot  a  man 
He  has  got  to  make  a  showin' 

Whether  he  jes'  can't  or  can ! 
"  Well,"  said  he,  "  I've  just  one  story, 

And  that  isn't  funny,  pards ; 
But  if  you  are  bound  to  have  it, 

I  can  talk  without  regards 
To  the  fine  points  of  a  story. 
'Twas  last  winter,  boys,  and  somehow 

T'mes  was  pretty  hard  with  me  — 
Couldn't  get  a  tiling  to  work  at, 


Platform  Pearls. 


H 


morals.  Political 
T  before  asauiued. 
e  selfish  squahble 
i,  they  come  home 
iisses  into  the  con- 
of  anew  life  —  of 
'Iturks  Sunnier. 


(win'I 
1', 


it." 
1 


ry. 


lOW 


With  a  family  of  three. 
Well,  you  mind  that  camp  up-river? 

I  got  work  up  there  at  lant ; 
Tell  ye,  fellers,  I  was  happy, 

*  Fer,'  says  I,  '  hard  times  is  past.' 
Came  the  day  we  got  our  silver ; 

Not  a  moment  would  I  lose 
Fer  it  was  the  baby's  birthday, 

And  I'd  made  some  little  shoes 
Out  o'  some  soft  buckskin  leather. 

Oh,  I'd  seen  those  baby  eyes 
Lightin'  up  for  months  —  in  fancy  — 

She  had  oyes  jes'  like  the  skies 
When  there  isn't  any  blizzard, 

But  the  blue  is  all  ye  see. 
Boys,  I  thought  we'd  have  a  party, 

Jes'  with  wife  and  babe  and  me. 
Came  the  day  we  got  our  silver 

And  I  started  home  —  well,  boys, 
I  got  off  fer  miles  up-country 

8o't  I  wouldn't  hear  the  noise 
Of  them  fellers  when  they  landed 

Where  the  winehouse  stands  close  by, 
For  when  logmen  get  their  silver 

They  do  carry  things  so  high. 
So  I  went  in  on  a  cross  street 

Just  to  'scape  the?r  jolly  hold. 
'Twas  a  stormy  night  like  this  one  — 

Never  saw  a  night  so  cold. 
Suddenly  — or  was  I  dreaming  7— 

Came  that  well-remembered  smell 
Of  the  wine  that  draws  and  chains  one 

While  it  leads  him  on  to  hell  t 
Came  the  rattling,  clicking,  spinning 

Of  the  cue  upon  the  balls  — 
Then  the  wild  notes  of  a  fiddle  — 

Now  the  music  rises,  falls. 
Tempted,  overcome  with  passion  — 

For  I  ceased  to  be  a  man  — 
I  rushed  in ;  think  of  the  horror 

Of  that  action  if  you  can. 
Wlien  I  sobered  down  next  momiii'  — 


18 


Platform  rKARi,"*. 


il! 


Or  next  night  it  might  huve  bt^en  — 
I  had  spent  my  last  log  silver, 

Started  out  for  home  again. 
Yes,  'twas  night,  now  I  ronu-raber ; 

Just  the  cold  liglit  of  the  nuxm 
Lighted  up  our  little  kitchen. 

Oh,  how  cold  it  made  the  room  I 
And  it  fell  upon  the  brown  hair 

Of  my  wife,  and  her  white  face, 
And  the  little  frozen  baby 

She  had  tried  to  keep  in  place 
At  her  frozen  breast.     I'm  sure,  hoys, 

If  I'd  got  there  when  I  tried. 
Life  would  still  be  worth  the  livin'; 

Wife  and  baby  had  not  died. 
Here's  one  shoe  ;  the  other's  somewhere  — 

Lost  —  and  this  is  very  cold  ; 
Tried  it  on  my  baby  :  some  way 

It's  80  chilly  now  to  hold. 
Of  that  freezin'  winter  evenin' 

Often  do  I  think,  ye  see, 
For  it  was  the  baby's  birthday, 

And  my  wife  expected  me." 
No  one  spoke  as  Pete  had  finished ; 

Just  the  snow  against  the  pane 
Tapjjed  and  moaned  ;  the  embers  brightened 

And  then  died  away  again. 
Night  was  setting  darkly  earthward, 

It  was  late :  but  no  one  knew. 
Just  one  picture  filled  our  fancy  — 
'Twas  that  little  baby  shoe. 

—  Helen  Josephine  Baker, 


16.    AN  AimSRICAN   DKi^GHT. 

There  is  an  American  desert  more  bleak  and  desolate  and 
famished  than  ever  Western  wind  or  ravening  wolf  howled 
over.  Across  its  arid  ridges  capital  puffs  its  flabby  jowls  in 
deadly  peril,  and  gibbers  like  an  idiot  about  the  scenery  and  the 
sunset ;  and  labor  gasps  and  yelps  and  staggers  and,  with  dry 
tongue  protruding,  snaps  at  friend  and  foe  like  a  mad  dog.  It 
reeks  with  the  blood  of  millions  who  would  else  have  been  stars 


in  the  crown 
cent  women 
altars  by  the 
tected  by  thi 
scourge,  the 
of  God  for  V 
we  liave  be< 
incantation  i 
license  gcjld. 
world  in  bur 
The  liquor  tr 
thatpoatpon 
with  it  in  tht 


"Thet  or  bla 

"Bjoke  — fir 

I 

Ez  thet  ol'  ji 

An'  I U  teU  y 

"Who's  Jim 

1 

Stan's  six  fee 
Him  an'  me's 

3 
Sence  the  tin 


'Twuz  a  turri 
The  snow'd  1 

t 
A  regerler  N( 
'Sif  some  o'  tl 

h 

'Ith  the  stren 
s: 

They'd  been  1 
b 


'■II     i  '«- 


1 


PLATruHM  Praki.h. 


19 


», 


in  the  crown  of  Jesiw  Christ.  It  whitenn  witli  tlie  bonen  of  inno- 
cent women  and  little  children  dragged  tliither  from  our  very 
altars  by  the  greedy,  red-niotithed  pack  of  a5().(M)0  saloons  pro- 
tected by  the  law.  It  \h  drunkenness,  the  mniivawe  terre—iht) 
scourge,  the  pestilence,  the  perdition  of  living  men,  the  wrath 
of  God  for  violated  harvests  and  mercenary  public  virtue.  And 
we  liave  been  fleeing  from  it,  or  dancing  about  ridiculous 
incantation  fires,  or  drinking  wine  and  praising  the  gods  of 
license  gold.  The  hand  of  Jehovah  writes  upon  the  wall  of  the 
world  in  burning  letters :  "  Prepare  ye  the  way  of  the  Lord !" 
The  liquor  traffic  might  to  die  ;  andanypoliticH  or  any  religion 
that  postpones  or  ignores  that  ought  to  die,  too,  and  be  buried 
with  it  in  the  middle  of  the  king's  highway,  and  it  will. 

—  John  O.  Woolley. 


Iiere  — 


ghtened 


lephine  Baker. 


ind  desolate  and 
ing  wolf  howled 
flabby  jowls  in 
e  scenery  and  the 
•8  and,  with  dry 
i  a  mad  dog.  It 
e  have  been  stars 


IT.    THK  3VO  AW  MK   AlV  JIM. 

"Thet  or  black  jug  up  thar,  eh !  why  keep  it  up  on  the  shelf?" 
"  Bioke  — Are  away?"   Reckon  not,  sir  ;  w'y,  I'd  ez  soon  lose 

myself 
Ez  thet  ol'  jug.    Jes'  you  set  down  thar  in  the  shade  o'  thet 

spreadin'  limb 
An'  1 11  tell  you  a  leetle  suthin"  thet  jug's  done  fer  me  an'  Jim. 

"Who's  Jim?"    W'y,  Jim's  my  pardner,  bes'  feller'n  all  this 

place, 
Stan's  six  feet'n  his  Htockin's,  an'  got  jes'  the  hones'est  face. 
Him  an'  me's  jes'  like  two  brothers —Jim  hain't  no  rale  brother, 

you  see, 
Sence  the  time  when  thet  dretful  thing  happened  to  the  jug 

an*  him  an'  me. 

'Twuz  a  turrible  wild  night,  stranger,  wirter  o' eighty-two, 
The  snow'd  been  a-peltin'  down  all  day,  an'  now  the  wind  it 

bloo 
A  regerler  Nor'east  blizzard,  like  nothin' so  much  in  the  world, 
'Sif  some  o'  them  gret  towerin'  hills  had  up  'ith  thoirselves,  an' 

hurled 

'Ith  the  strength  of  a  thousan'  demons,  the  kiverin'  o'  ice  and 

snow 
They'd  been  heapin'  up  for  years  an'  years,  on  us  poor  cretura 

below 


■SHrae* 


90 


Plattorm  Pbaklb. 


In  the  gulch     Cold?    Wall,  yes,  I  reckon  'twuz  cold,  the  wind 

nn'  flieet 
Wu8  thet  bitln'  you'd  a-froze,  «jir,  'fore  you'd  a-gone  more'n 

two  feet, 

Tho',  to  tell  the  rale  truth,  stranger,  nary  one  on  us  didn't 

much  keer 
Ef  it  did  Hnow.     Up  to  Jinkses'  thur  wuz  plenty  o'  rum  an' 

beer. 
An'  thar  we'd  all  been  a-settin'  sence  the  airly  part  o'  the  day. 
It  felt  8o  warm  an'  comferble  like,  we  up'n  'lowed  we'd  stay. 

So  we  jes'  hitched  up  a  bit  nigher,  an'  Jim,  he  shuffled  the 

ke-ards. 
An'  sez  he  to  me,  "Come,  Bob,  ol'  chap,  le's  you  an'  me  be 

pards. 
We'll  hev  a  regerler  ol'  fash—"  but  he  never  finished  that 

speech. 
For  jes'  then  suthin'  or  'nuther  outside  giu  a  mos'  unairthly 

screech. 

Jim  drap'd  the  ke-ards  mighty  sudden,  an'  jumped  up  out'n 

his  cheer. 
"Wot  wuz  thet.  Bob?  "  sez  he,  "  wot  wuz  thet  ar  noise?  did  ve 

hear?" 
"  Hear?"  sez  I,  "wall.  I  reckon  I  heerd,  I  ain't  deef,  not  yit. 
Thet  or  wuz  naught  but  the  wind,  Jim,  don't  you  be  skeered, 

one  bit." 

But  whilst  I  wuz  talkin',  my  teeth  wuz  hittin'  together,  click, 

clack. 
An'  my  bar  stood  up  on  end,  like  the  quills  on  a  porkypine's 

back. 
Twict  agin  we  heerd  thet  screech,  'hove  the  soun's  o'  thet 

awful  night. 
An'  by  thet  time  we'a  all  on  us  eenymos'  dead  'ith  fright. 

An'  when,  his  eyes  big  an'  starin',  Irish  Mike  fell  over  'gainst 

Jim, 
Yellin'  out,  "  Be  the  Holy  Mither,  'twuz  the  Banshee  callin'  fer 

him." 
W'y  then,  we  jes'  gin  out  entirely,  an'  huddled  all  up'n  a  heap, 
'Ith  no  more  sperit  amongst  us'n  you'd  find  in  a  passel  o'  sheep. 


All  the  res'  o 

The  lamp  flic 
t 

In  the  dark  i 
t 

But  thar  war 

Byme-bye  th 

9 
Jim  an'  me, 

1< 
But  we  didn'l 

h 
'Ith  suthin'  so 

t 

We  poked  at 

a 
Then  all  'twoi 

f) 
"My   God,  E 

b 
An'  we  sot  ini 

tl 

Then,  'ith  one 

o' 
An'  begun  a-j 

w 
I  caUed,  an'  tl 

tc 
Whilst  the  rea 

te 

Thet  night  Jin 

g< 
Ef  he  wa'n't , 

k 

Six  long  wee! 

lo 
To  whar,  on' 

br 


'Citmii  , 


'T?r'T'T-f9rT?^'r*j^":"v. 


PLATFORli  PkaIIMI. 


31 


uz  cold,  the  wind 
'd  a-gone  morQ'n 

one  on  us  didn't 

ilenty  o'  rum  an' 

'  part  o'  the  day. 
»wed  we'd  stay. 

,  he  Bhuflled  the 
a  you  an'  me  be 
ver  flnished  that 
a  moa'  unairthly 

jumped  up  out'n 

;  ar  noiae?  did  ye 

t  deef,  not  yit. 
you  be  skeered, 

i'  together,  click, 

)n  a  porkypine'a 

e  aoun'a  o*  thet 

'ith  fright, 

fell  over  'gainat 

mahee  callin'  fer 

t  all  up'n  a  heap, 
a  paaael  o'  aheep. 


All  the  reg'  o'  the  night  we  aot  thiir,  Hourco  darin'  t<>  brwitho  or 

to  move, 
The  lamp  nickered  out  'fore  daylight,  an'  Iho  fire  went  down  in 

the  atovo. 
In  the  dark  it  aeemed  wuas'n  ever,  fer  the  wind  kep'  howiin' 

outside, 
But  thar  wan't  one  on  uh  fellers  could  ha'  atirred  a  foot  ef  lie 

died. 

Byme-bye  the  sun  riz  an'  sparkled,  like  dimon'a  all  over  the 

groun', 
Jim  an'  me,  we  put  on  our  gret-conta,  an'  'lowed  we'd  tek  a 

look  roun'. 
But  we  didn't  git  fer —  on  the  door-stun  we  foun'  a  gret  snow- 

kivered  heap. 
'Ith  Buthin' so  queer  in  ita  shape  like,  ourfleah  all  to  onct  gan 

to  creep. 

We  poked  at  the  snow,  sorter  easy  ;  pretty  aoon  we  onkivered 
ahead. 

Then  all  'twonct  Jim  keeled  over  agin  me,  'ith  a  face  like  tin- 
face  o'  the  dead. 

"My  God,  Bob,"  he  gasped,  "it's  my  brother,  my  onliest 
brother,  my  Joe, 

An'  we  sot  inside  thar,  like  heathen,  whilst  he  died  out  here  in 
the  snow." 

Then,  'ith  one  gret  cry,  like  a  heart-burst,  Jim  sorter  went  out 

o'  his  head. 
An'  begun  a-jabberin'  to  "  Joaey,"  disrememberin'  his  brother 

wuz  dead. 
I  called,  an'  the  fellers  come  runnin',  an'  some  on'  em  tended 

to  Jim, 
Whilst  the  rest  on  us  fetched  in  his  brother  —our  eyes  mighty 

teary  an'  dim. 

Thet  night  Jim  come  down  'ith  the  fever  (Thank  the  Lord,  I'd 

got  him  safe  hum). 
Ef  he  wa'n't  jes'  the  craziest  cretur  drawed  breath  thia  aide 

Kingdom  Come. 
Six  long  weeks  it  wuz  'fore  he  tottered  to  the  winder,  an' 

looked  thro'  tie  snow, 
To  whar,  on'  a  ledge  of  the  mount'n,  we'd  buried  hia  jxwr 

brother  Joe. 


PtATmuM    I'KAHLH 


He  iK'KKfd  HO  Imnl  (Vr  iHTtiikliTH,  I  tol' liirn  the  h-ll  linrrowln' 

tale, 
How  JcK",  luyin'  mit  fer  to  s'prlso  him,  hod  footod  it  over  the 

trail ; 
At  a  placo,  a  fow  mile  up  the  mounfn,  ho  Btoppod  to  res'  an' 

git  warm, 
An'  tiio  folkH  tlu'y  tried  iiard  to  'suado  liim  to  'i)ido  a  i»it,  'count 

o'  tliti  Hturm. 

But  he  wouldn'  hear  to  no  reason,  bo  anxiouB  ho  wuz  to  see 

Jim, 
So  tlu'y  gin  liim  a  jiigf"!  o'  wliislty,  "jes"  to  Iteep  the  cold  out'n 

him," 
An'  not  bein'  customed  to  sporlta,  he  drunk  more'n  he'd  ough- 

tor,  you  know. 
An'  Iob'  his  way,  an"  kep'  waaderin'  Iwick  an'  forth,  in  the  cold 

an'  the  snow. 

From  Borae'erefl  'way  up  on  the  mount'n  he  mus'  iia'  caught 

Hight  o'  the  spark 
O'  light  shinin'  out'n  our  winder,  an'  follerod  it  up  in  the  dark ; 
An'  when  he'd  nigh  about  reache*'.  it  his  foot  likely  slipped,  an' 

he  foil 
Oif'n  the  rot^ks,  right  outer  our  door-stun,  an'  gin  out  thet  tur- 

rible  yell. 

We  foun'  thet  black  jug  clost  beside  him ;  the  han'le  wuz 

broke,  e/,  you  see  ; 
When  Jim  seen  it  he  cried  like  a  babby,  an'  then  ho  sez,  tumin' 

tome, 
"Bob,"  he  Bt  /..  "we'd  bes'  let  it  stan'  thar  on  the  eend  o'  the 

buelf ,  don'  you  think  ? 
'  Fer  eorttir  a  warnin'  or  pledge  like,  when  we's  hankerin'  arter 

a  drink. 

"Ef  hehad-:'ta-drinked  thet  whisky  Joe'd  never  ha'  los'  his 

way, 
An'  ef  we  fellers'd  utcn  in  our  senses,  he  might  ha'  been  livin' 

to-day ; 
God  helpin'  me,  Bob"  he  sez  slowly,  "  I'll  never  tech  licker 

agin." 
An'  sez  I,  my  ban'  laid  in  his'n,  "  I'm  with  you,  ol'  feller. 

Amen." 


Now,  i 
trafTlc  in  i 
to  $10,(  ,K1 
Ih'  allows 
on  the  stu 
man  is  lie 
law  is  rob 
it  grants 
their  own 
allowed  tl 
madness  ^ 
payment  i 
would  be 
soiling  CO 
strength  t 
one  man  i 
all  or  giv( 
the  siile  ( 
drive  the 
and  prett 
will  invol 
but  tlie  m 
as  Grov.  S( 
shy  as  gf 
aforesaid, 
tliis  we  d( 
den,  guilt 
sneak  dov 
find  the  li 

*  From  ' 


PLATfORM  PlARU. 


33 


» hvM  liivrrowin' 
lUxl  it  over  the 
ppofl  to  res'  an' 
)itlo  a  hit,  'count 

I  ho  wiiz  to  Bee 
«p  the  cH)l(l  out'n 
ire'n  he'd  ough- 
)rth,  in  the  cold 

nufl'  lia'  caught 

up  in  the  dark  ; 
kely  HUpped,  an' 

gin  out  thet  tur- 

the  han'le  wuz 

sn  he  sez,  tumin' 

the  eend  o'  the 

bankerin'  arter 

ever  ha'  los'  his 

it  ha'  been  livin' 

lever  tech  ticker 

you,  ol'  feller. 


Nigh  t«<n  yoarM  hii'  |HiMN«Hl  nonce  thet  luornin',  but  wo  hain't 

never  lir<)ki>n  our  plfdn*'  ; 
Tho  iKiHi(>H  Im  Krowin'  and  lilnwin'  on  thet  grave  up  thar  on  the 

ledge. 
Wo  watera  'em  out  ii  thet  jug,  Hir,—  w'y  hleiiH  me,  my  eyes  they 

iH  dim  ! 
They  allerH  gitH  ho  when  I'm  tellin'  'Ixmt  the  jug  an'  me.  sir, 

an'  Jim. 

—  Eleanor  Mniifivld. 


18.    KKMNK   VKHHirH   liK'KNNK.* 

Now,  it  iH  ma<l.  it  iH  driveling,  to  talk  of  regulating  the 
trafllc  in  intoxicating  Inn-eragOH.  Itaiwe  the  charge  for  licenHo 
to  $10,r,M)  and  enact  that  n(»lH)dy  hut  a  doctor  of  divinity  Hhall 
U'  allowed  to  hcII,  and  you  will  have  no  material  improvement 
on  the  Htate  of  thingH  now  preHente<l.  In'cauHe  ho  long  att  one 
man  is  licensed  to  sell  tiiouHands  will  Hell  without  licenne.  The 
Itiw  iH  roblM'd  of  all  moral  Hunction  and  force  by  the  fact  tliat 
it  grants  dispennationH  to  some  to  do  with  impunity,  and  for 
their  own  profit,  that  which  Ih  forbidden  to  others.  If  our  laws 
allowed  the  five  leading  hotels  in  tluH  city  to  dishurse  alcoholic 
madnoHH  only  U)  moral,  upright,  diHcreet,  thrifty  men,  upon 
payment  of  a  license  charge  of  i|l.'),000  each  \m?t  annum,  there 
would  be  thousands  of  taverns,  pfjrter-houses,  and  groceries 
selling  constantly  and  openly  to  all  who  would  buy  on  the 
Htrength  of  that  license,  ard  public  sentiment  would  say,  "  If 
one  man  is  allowed  to  eell,  why  not  other  men  ?  Either  stop 
all  or  give  all  a  chance."  But  give  us  a  strong  law  forbidding 
the  Bjvle  of  these  maddening  beverages  entirely  and  we  will 
drive  the  kegs  and  decanters  out  of  public  view  the  first  year 
and  pretty  nearly  out  of  existence  within  three  years.  This 
will  involve  a  severe,  arduous  struggle  —  we  understand  that  — 
but  the  men  and  the  means  are  ready ;  and,  with  such  an  act 
as  Grov.  Seymour  has  just  vett)ed,  we  will  make  rum  selling  aa 
shy  as  gambling  or  harlotry  now  is  within  the  three  years 
aforesaid.  That  all  liquor  selling  will  be  stopped  in  a  city  like 
this  we  do  not  anticipate ;  but  we  will  make  it  a  stealthy,  hid- 
den, guilty  busincHs,  so  prosecuted  that  he  who  will  drink  must 
Hneak  down  back  stairs  and  through  underground  passages  to 
find  the  liquor  ;  nnd  whenever  that  shall  be  the  case  there  will 

*  From  The  Tribune,  April  4,  1864. 


24 


Platform  I'eablk. 


not  be  one  glass  drank  where  ten  glasses  are  now,  nor  one  new 
drunkard  manufactured  where  there  are  now  a  hundred.  And 
in  spite  of  executive  complicity  with  the  vote-gathering  grcg- 
geries  this  shall  yet  be  I  —  Horace  Greeley. 


19.    THK  VICTOR. 

It  is  not  he  that  proudly  stands 
Upon  the  heights  of  mountain  lands, 
And  waves  his  stainless  banner  where 
The  world  can  see  the  pennon  fair. 

It  is  not  he  who  seeks  to  stay 
At  shrines  of  worship  all  the  day, 
And  then  goes  to  his  peaceful  rest. 
With  head  upon  the  Master's  breast. 

But  it  is  he  who  bravely  goes 
Out  in  the  world  to  meet  his  foes, 
And  fight  for  right,  till  God  shall  win, 
And  faith  si.  all  triumph  over  sin. 

It  is  the  one,  with  stem-set  face. 
That  enterr.  in  the  earnest  race 
To  win  life's  goal,  as  sets  the  sun, 
Then  shall  the  victor's  crown  be  won. 

It  is  the  one  that  does  the  deed 

Of  love,  to  him  in  direst  need, 

Wlio  soothes  the  wounded,  aching  soul, 

But  crushes  sin  by  strong  control. 

This  is  the  victor,  grtat  and  grand. 
Who  ever  works  with  heart  and  hand 
Among  the  throngs  of  weary  men. 
Just  as  the  Master  worked  with  them. 

—  M.  A.  Holt. 


]K)wder  ut 
us  tliat  i! 
enough  tii 
intellectuj 
but  it  is  a 
never  still 
gaining  oi 
art  or  stre 
in  the  end 
drag  a  W 
him.  TIl 
eat  intelle 
past,  ther 
which  tli< 


aO.    THK  CERTAINTY  OF  PROGRESS. 

We  live  in  an  age  of  democratic  equality  ;  for  a  moment,  a 
party  may  stand  against  the  age,  but  in  the  end  it  goes  by  the 
l)oard  ;  the  man  who  launches  a  sound  argument,  who  sets  on 
two  feet  a  startling  fact,  and  bids  it  travel  from  Maine  to 
Georgia,  is  just  as  certain  that  in  the  end  he  will  change  the 
government,  as  if,  to  destroy  the  Capitol,  he  had  placed  gun- 


Platkokm  Pkarls. 


7,  nor  one  new 
lundred.  And 
athering  grcg- 
ace  Greeley. 


i, 
!rc 


m. 


30U1, 


ind 

)m. 

-  M.  A.  Holt. 

or  a  moment,  a 
I  it  goes  by  the 
nt,  who  sets  on 
from  Maine  to 
will  change  the 
lad  placed  gun- 


IKJwder  under  the  senate-ehamber.  Natural  philoBophers  tell 
us  that  if  you  will  only  multiply  the  simplest  force  into 
enough  time,  it  will  equal  the  greatest.  So  it  is  with  the  slow 
intellectual  movement  of  the  masses.  It  can  scarcely  be  seen, 
but  it  is  a  constant  movement ;  it  is  the  shadow  on  the  dial, 
never  still,  tho  never  seen  to  move ;  it  is  the  tide,  it  is  the  ocean, 
gaining  on  the  proudest  and  strongest  bulwarks  that  human 
art  or  strength  can  build.  It  may  be  defied  for  a  moment,  but 
in  the  end  Nature  always  triumphs.  So  the  race,  if  it  can  not 
drag  a  Webster  along  with  it,  leaves  him  behind  and  forgets 
him.  The  race  is  rich  enough  to  afford  to  do  without  the  great- 
est intellects  God  ever  let  the  Devil  buy.  Stranded  along  the 
past,  there  are  a  great  many  dried  mummies  of  dead  intellects, 
which  the  race  found  too  heavy  to  drag  forward. 

—  Wendell  Phillipa. 


21.    THK  QUEST  MACNIPICENT. 

In  the  earlier  traditions. 

In  the  myths  of  olden  time, 
Glows  this  oft-repeated  legend, 

With  its  meaning  all  sublime  — 
'Twas  a  youthful  hero,  noble, 

With  a  message  to  the  king, 
Sought  the  far-off  city  royal 

With  the  monarch's  signet  ring. 

Great  the  task  to  him  entrusted  I 

Fit  for  poet's  rime  to  sing. 
Else  within  his  keeping  never 

Glowed  the  signet  of  the  King  I 
In  disguise  the  hero  journeyed  — 

Secret  was  his  mighty  quest  — 
With  a  peasant's  garments  folded 

O'er  the  jewel  in  his  breast  1 
And  afl  near  he  drew  and  nearer 

To  the  monarch's  proud  abode 
He  was  cautioned  as  he  journeyed : 

"  There  are  dragons  in  the  road  1 " 

Ever  watchful  of  his  dangers, 

Ever  quietly  prepared, 
Ever  confide-rt,  courageous, 


'M 


I'LATKUKM    I'liAKIJI. 


Day  by  day  lie  onward  fared 
Till  one  evening,  as  tho  sunset 

On  his  pathway  redly  gloweil, 
There  he  saw,  with  sudden  tremor, 

A  fierce  dragon  in  the  road  t 


But  no  turning  back,  nor  fainting 

For  his  trust  so  brave  and  bo4d  ; 
Never  coward  in  that  country 

Held  the  jeweled  band  of  gold. 
Swift  his  faithful  sword  was  lifted. 

Strong  the  strokes  that  he  bestowed 
As  a  quick  and  ready  greeting 

To  the  dragon  in  the  road. 

Fallen  was  the  horrid  monster. 

Useless  scale-like  armor  bright. 
Gleaming  teeth  and  claw  and  venom ; 

'Twas  a  long  and  weary  fight. 
But,  at  last,  the  youth,  triumphant. 

On  his  way  exulting  strode  ; 
He  had  met  and  he  had  vanquished 

One  fierce  dragon  on  the  road  I 

It  was  morning,  and  the  dewdrops 

Hung  on  flower  and  leaf  and  tree. 
And  the  sun  uprose  in  splendor. 

And  the  birdlings  sang  in  glee, 
When  beside  a  sparkling  fountain 

Stooped  our  traveler  to  drink ; 
Lo  I  he  started  back  in  horror 

At  the  dragon  on  the  brink. 

Flashed  his  sword,  and  long  the  combat, 

Till  at  last  a  weary  load 
Bore  the  youth  a  horrid  trophy  I 

"  Second  dragon  in  the  road, 
I  will  place  your  head  up  yonder 

On  that  cliff,  that  all  may  see 
More  than  you  it  takes  to  keep  me 

From  the  court  of  majesty." 

It  was  evening,  calm  and  silent, 
And  the  moonlight  softly  laj- 


I'LATKOllM  TEAllIJi. 


27 


fed 


m; 


nbat, 


On  each  tree  and  slirub  and  fountain, 

And  the  liill  tops  far  away. 
All  wjw  peaceful,  naught  suggested 

Scene  of  strife  or  source  of  wrath, 
Till  the  youth  could  see  before  him 

Crouched  a  dragon  in  the  path  ! 
Long  — oh,  long  that  weary  combat  I 

But  the  rays  of  morning  s'.iowed 
That  the  youth  again  was  \  ictor 

O'er  the  monster  in  the  road  ! 

And  at  last  he  gained  tlie  palace. 

Showed  the  monarch's  signet  ring, 
Told  his  mission,  high  and  noble, 

In  the  presence  of  the  king. 
And  with  honors  thick  upon  him. 

Forth  in  triumph  then  he  rode. 
Who  had  Ixjrne  the  signet  safely 

Past  the  dragons  in  the  road ! 

There's  a  moral  in  this  fable  — 

'Tis  an  easy  one  to  reach 
In  the  Present's  hurried  accents, 

Or  the  Past's  more  solemn  speech. 
Heed  the  lesson,  youthful  Ust'ner ! 

For  the  Monarch  gives  to  thee 
Gifts  so  many  and  befitting 

Solemn  pomp  and  majesty. 
In  thine  eyes  benignant  shining. 

In  their  urgent  questioning, 
Lo  !  I  see  the  mystic  jewels 

Of  the  Master's  signet  ring  t 

Oh  I  a  trust  by  far  transcending 

His  of  fable  and  of  song, 
It  is  thine,  to  keep  thy  jewel 

From  the  enemy  so  strong  I 
To  the  mansions  that  are  sacred. 

To  the  monarch's  blest  abode. 
Journey  w^ith  a  soul  untainted 

Past  the  dragons  in  the  road ! 

Tliou  must  have  sublimest  courage 
Weai'y  combats  to  endure ; 


as 


PLATKOIVM  I'KAIILS. 


Thou  must  liold  a  fuitli  triumphant, 

Labor  in  that  faith  secure. 
When  God  calls  his  chosen  hero 

To  a  high  and  sacred  quest, 
Lo !  that  purpose  is  the  jewel 

With  the  Monarch's  seal  impressed  ! 

And  however  poor  and  lowly 

The  deliverer's  disguise, 
Be  his  mission  high  and  holy, 

He  shall  win  at  last  the  prize  — 
He  who  labors  for  his  fellows, 

Fearing  never  jest  nor  goad, 
In  the  midst  of  iiersecution, 

Countless  dragons  in  the  road. 

'Tis  a  task  divine-appointed  — 

On  his  mission  he  must  go. 
With  his  weapon  sharp  and  ready 

He  must  batter  down  the  foe  ! 
Till,  at  last  destroyed,  beheaded, 

Is  the  Serpent  in  the  way. 

And  the  Present  v^Teathes  her  laurels 

For  the  hero  of  to-day  ! 
For  the  one  whose  onward  journey 

To  the  Palace  of  the  King 
Is  beset  with  fiercest  dragons, 

Each  with  ready  claw  and  sting ! 
With  that  two-edged  sword,  the  ballot, 

Shall  the  fiercest  foe  be  slain, 
That  no  longer  he  shall  fatten 

On  his  victim's  heart  and  brain  ! 

Heroes,  meet  without  a  murmur 

This  vast  monster  and  unclean  1 
Brazen  front  and  fangs  of  poison 

Ye  must  face  with  brows  serene ! 
Slay  the  monster  of  intemp'rance ! 

Ah  !  He  meets  you  here  and  there  t 
He  waylays  you  at  the  roadside 

And  he  tempts  you  to  his  lair  I 
And,  tho  seeming  sorely  wounded, 

Seeming  to  be  slain  indeed. 


I'l.ATKOHM  1'KAULH. 


lant, 


essed  t 


Yet,  reviving,  he  attackn  y<m 
In  your  hour  of  (leei)08t  need  ! 

MoiiBter  dragon  and  insatiate  I 

Like  the  Minotaur  of  old, 
Claiming  tribute  of  the  fairest, 

From  tliy  noiHome  dungeon  hold  I 
But  the  Theseus,  the  Deliverer, 

From  the  people's  ranks  shall  rise, 
And  at  last  the  stroke  is  given 

And  the  wounded  monster  dies ; 
And  the  poet  of  the  future 

Bhall  relate  in  song  and  ode 
All  the  deeds  of  those  who  conquered 

Rum's  red  dragon  in  the  road ! 

—  Lelia  Belle  Hewea, 


idy 
! 

i, 

laurels 
mey 


ing! 
16  ballot, 


un  I 

ur 

an! 

on 

•ene ! 

ace! 

[  there  I 

e 

x! 

ided, 


33.    THE  ONIiY  €ONCI<i;SION.* 

We  thought  we  meant  business  years  ago  in  this  warfare 
[against  drink],  but  I  hope  God  will  forgive  us  for  our  weak- 
ness, for  we  went  into  the  battlefield  without  sufficient  resolu- 
tion. We  labored  under  the  fatal  mistake  that  W3  could  argue 
out  the  question  with  the  liquor-sellers.  We  imagined  there 
was  some  power  in  moral  suasion,  that  when  we  should  show 
them  the  evil  of  their  ways  they  would  abandon  the  traffic. 
We  have  seen  there  is  no  hope  of  improving  in  any  shape  or 
form  the  liquor  traffic.  There  is  nothing  now  to  be  done  but 
to  wipe  it  out  completely.  I  have  lost  too  much  of  my  time 
striving  in  the  past  to  repair  the  fearful  wrong  of  the  liquor 
traffic.  I  have  lost  too  much  time  in  speaking  of  total  absti- 
nence in  hall  and  pulpit  to  men  who,  while  listening,  were  with 
me,  but  who,  out  in  the  streets,  would  be  invited  by  the  saloon- 
keeper to  come,  and  take  a  drink,  and  forget  their  resolutions. 
Well,  some  of  us  are  growing  old,  and  do  not  intend  to  be 
throwing  away  our  time  in  arguing  with  people  who  will  not 
be  converted,  and  I  for  one  am  going  to  go  in  with  terrible 
earnestness  in  the  future  in  this  war  against  liquor  in  all 
shapes.    I  mean  business  this  time. 

— Archbishop  John  Ireland, 


'  From  an  ndilrcgs  before  the  MinnesoUt  Total  Abetincnce  AMOCiatiOD. 


30 


Platkokm  Pkaulh. 


i 


23.    BACK  TO  HIS  <'HIIVSAE.IS. 

The  garden  beds  1  wandered  by 
One  bright  and  cheerful  morn, 

When  I  found  a  new-fledged  butterfly, 
A-sitting  on  a  thorn  ; 

A  black  and  crimson  butterfly, 
All  doleful  and  forlorn. 

I  thought  that  life  could  have  no  sting 

To  infant  butterflies, 
So  I  gazed  on  this  unhappy  thing 

With  wonder  and  surprise, 
While  sadly  with  his  waving  wing 

He  wiped  his  weeping  eyes. 

Said  I,  "  What  can  the  matter  beV 

Why  weepest  thou  bo  sore  ? 
With  garden  fair,  and  sunlight  free. 

And  flowers  in  goodly  store  — " 
But  he  only  turned  away  from  me 

And  burst  into  a  roar. 

Cried  he,  "  My  legs  are  thin  and  few, 
Where  once  I  had  a  swarm  1 

Soft,  fuzzy  fur  —a  joy  to  view  — 
Once  kept  my  body  warm, 

Before  these  flapping  wing-things  grew, 

To  hamper  and  deform ! " 

At  that  outrageous  bug  I  shot 

The  fury  of  mine  eye. 
Said  I,  in  scorn  all  burning  hot, 

In  rage  and  anger  high, 
"  You  ignominious  idiot ! 

Those  wings  are  made  to  fly  1 " 

"  I  do  not  want  to  fly,"  said  he  ; 

"  I  only  want  to  squirm ! " 
And  he  drooped  his  wings  dejectetlly 

But  still  his  voice  was  firm ; 
"  I  do  not  want  to  be  a  fly  I 

I  want  to  be  a  worm  I " 

O  yesterday  of  unknown  lack ! 
To-day  of  unknown  bliss  1 


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I  left  my  fool  in  red  and  black  ; 

The  last  I  saw  was  this  : 
The  creature  madly  climbing  back 

Into  his  chrysalis. 

And  still  we  heP",  in  voices  firm, 

The  self -same,  dismal  cry, 
"  I  only  want  to  be  a  worm, 

I  do  not  want  to  fly  ! 
I'd  rather  wriggle,  twist,  and  squirm 

Than  raise  Truth's  banner  high  ! " 

The  temperance  voter  soon,  no  doubt, 

Will  wiser  grow  than  this, 
But  now,  we  watch  him  twist  about. 

Toward  what  he  dreams  is  bliss. 
And  madly  cling  to  his  worn-out 

Old-party  chrysalis. 
—Adapted  from  Charlotte  Perkins  Stetson. 


t4.    TOT  DBR  VOOIflA?(S  HAF  TON. 

In  Poston,  you  remember, 

Pout  six  dousand  years  ago  ; 
Berhaps  it  is  not  quide  so  long, 
Bud  you  know  vot  is  so. 

Der  voomans  vouldn't  make  der  tea, 
Der  mens,  dey  vouldn't  drink  it ; 

Dey  hit  upon  a  happy  blan, 
Und  concluded  dey  vould  sink  it. 

Der  English  didn't  like  it  much 

To  see  dem  take  dot  stand, 
Bud  dey  said,  "  ve're  in  vor  brinciple," 

Und  dey  stood  vor  it  ehust  grand. 

Der  English  kept  on  getting  mad, 

Und  Shonny  got  his  gun. 
He  dought  he'd  dake  it  back  agin, 

Und  started  on  de  run. 

Anodder  dime  in  Poston, 
Bond  vive  dousand  years  ago, 

Dey  vere  dalking  apoud  slafery, 
Und  said  dot  it  must  go. 


Und  Mr.  Philliiw  don'd  gare  much 

Poud  dot()iu'Htion  anyvay, 
Cause  he'8  peen  du  college  always, 

Und  god  monish  eife  y  vay. 

Bud  he  got  no  vife  du  lofe  hira  ; 

Und  id  don'd  zeem  right  zomehow  ; 
So  he  hunt  him  ub  a  gretchen, 

Und  already  she's  his  vrow. 

She  didn't  keep  some  slafery, 
Cause  she  didn't  dink  dwaa  right ; 

Und  she  vouldn't  sleep  on  gotten  sheets 
Ven  she  laid  her  down  at  night. 

Vor  she  knew  it  took  some  slafery 

Dot  gotten  goods  to  made, 
Und  she  vouldn't  do  vone  smgle  ding 

Du  help  dot  slafery  trade. 

Now,  she  told  to  Mr.  Vendell 
All  she  dought  apout  dose  dings  ; 

Und  Mr.  Vendell  du  her  side 
Ride  offer  himself  prings. 

Und  Mr.  Vendell  und  die  rest, 

Dey  made  an  awful  row. 
Und  beoble  said,  "  Id  is  no  good." 

—  But  vere  is  slafery  now  ? 

Still  annoder  dime  in  Poston  — 
Nod  yet  quite  two  years  ago  — 

Der  vimmens  met  togedder 
Und  said  dot  rum  must  go. 

Dey  said,  "  Vee  von't  valk  on  sidevalks 
Und  vee  von't  burn  street  lighds, 

If  visky  money  puys  dose  dings 
Und  dakes  prains  du  make  it  right. 

"  Und  whoever  zells  his  products 

Du  our  uncle's  visky  mill, 
Ve  pelieve  is  shust  as  guilty 

As  der  mon  dot  runs  der  still. 

"  Now  dis  question  is  pefore  us 
Und  vee  haf  to  do  our  pest ; 


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Uiul  von  dcr  wtill  in  oiiHted 
Vci»  vill  gif  d»'r  Htill  u  rtwt. 

"  If  vce  can  make  dis  come  out, 

Like  dew  odcr  (lueHtioriH  do, 
I  dink  it  vil  jk'  gloriouH  ; 

Und  I  know  dot  y(m  do  too." 

Perhaps,  I  gif  der  vimmenn 

Some  more  credit  dan  deir  Bhare ; 
But  ven  der  voomans  dells  der  tale 

Der  vooraanH  killH  der  bear. 

— Jennie  Flennng. 


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as.    AN  ABiTI-NrV FHAOINT'S  liAIflENT. 

There  wiw  once  a  gootl  old  time, 

In  a  not  far  diHt»int  clime, 
Wlien  man  was  man  indeed,  and  held  his  own,  sir. 

He  believed  the  noblest  toil 

Was  to  cultivate  the  soil ; 
But  now,  alas !  those  good  old  times  have  flown,  sir. 

Yes,  the  man  he  knew  his  rights. 
There  were  no  such  scandalous  sights 

As  "  Woman's  Suffragists  in  mass  convention." 
Then  a  woman  knew  her  "sphere," 
And  man  held  her  there,  that's  clear. 

And  to  keep  her  always  there  was  his  intention. 

Man  was  once  allowed  to  plow 

With  a  woman  and  a  cow, 
And  the  woman  pulled  her  share  and  ne'er  did  falter ; 

But  those  good  old  times  have  flown, 

And  we'll  surely  have  to  own 
That  the  woman  has  contrived  to  slip  her  halter  I 

Have  the  men  been  half  aaleep, 

That  they've  let  these  changes  creep  — 
Let  this  cry  for  "  equal  rights  "  gain  such  wide  hearing? 

And  it's  "  equal  laws  "  they  sing, 

"  Equal,  equal  ", —  everything ! 
And  we'll  never  get  those  good  times  back  I'm  fearing. 

Close  the  college  doors,  I  pray, 
Quite  against  them  ;  take  away 


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34 


PtATroKM  Pkahi^. 


I 


All  the  high-up  notions  that  we've  l)een  allowing  ; 

If  we  give  iin  inch,  j-ou  Hce, 

Tlu'y  will  take  two  oIIh,  or  three. 
So  we'd  liotter  put  the  creaturcH  hock  to  plowing ! 

Stop  the  pulpit  —  thut  will  tell  — 

Hush  the  mighty  press  as  well. 
Close  the  schools,  else  on  re8ult«  tliere's  no  relying, 

And  give  us  back  our  plow, 

With  the  woman  and  the  cow  — 
Those  gootl  old  times  for  which  we  all  are  sighing ! 

—  Iluttit!  Horner  iMuthan, 


30.    THE  BRAND  OF  CAIN. 

It  is  true  that  no  one  voter  in  New  York  State  has  the  power 
to  outlaw  the  liquor  traflBc.  Is  he  then  responsible  for  its  ex- 
istence ?  Yes,  if  the  power  which  he  does  possess,  as  a  voter, 
is  used  to  assist  in  the  legalization  and  protection  of  the  traffic. 
The  man  who  assists  in  a  crime  is  responsible  for  the  whole 
crime.  The  30,000  saloons  are  to-day  prosecuting  their  busi- 
ness not  only  with  the  consent  of  the  law,  but  under  the  broad 
egis  of  it«  protection.  It  is  a  lawful  business.  There  is  no 
inherent  right,  says  the  United  States  Supreme  Court,  to  sell 
liquor.  But  every  liquor  seller  has  a  commission  issued  to  him 
by  the  public  officers  who  received  their  authority  from  the 
voters  of  the  State,  and  act  under  a  law  continued  on  the 
statutes  by  the  representatives  of  the  people.  All  the  legal 
authority  and  force  that  are  behind  this  legalized  "traffic  in 
human  blood  "  are  there  by  virtue  of  the  action  of  the  voters 
of  this  State.  There  alone  is  the  power  to  remove  them. 
There  is  the  responsibility  for  all  the  iniquitous  results. 

The  brand  of  Cain  —  where,  then,  is  it  to  be  found  to-day  ? 
As  God  lives  and  reigns,  it  is  on  the  forehead  of  every  man 
who  by  his  vote  consents  to  and  assists  in  the  continuance  of 
this  atrocity  of  drunkard  making.  There  goes  a  minister  along 
the  streets  of  New  York  City.  Who  is  he?  One  of  the  fore- 
most Methodist  ministers  and  a  prominent  candidate  for  Bishop 
in  the  laat  General  Conference.  Look  close  and  you  will  see 
the  brand  of  Cain  upon  his  forehead.  There  goes  another. 
Who  is  he?  The  noted  preacher  in  a  Presbyterian  church  on 
Fifth  avenue— the  wealthiest  in  the  country.    Look  close  and 


Ihf  hraiiil  of 
tliiit  rich  ail 
I>K)k  —the 
w'c  it  every 
uHHlHting  in 
Cains,  do  w 
Ixnly  ;  but  t 
man  and  a  I 
to  send  thoi 

Oh  men, 
and  unchari 
horror  that 
after  year  c 
these  thingt 
sorrow,  and 
niisHioning  i 
tlieiu  in  it, 
makes  the  1 

The  curt 
rlKhteousnc 
reckoning, 
brand  of  Co 


liow  in  the 
Rigid  anc 

The  victimi 
And  seali 

Grasses  wa 
The  rosef 

To  hear  th( 
That  spej 

They  tell  o 
Where  \^ 

Where  dre 
Where  a 

Of  manho( 

With  on 

Of  merry  1 


PriAxroRM  Pearlm. 


DA 


illowing ; 

vv. 
plowing ! 

1  — 

I, 

lo  relying, 


e  sighing  t 
Horner  lAjuthan, 


LIN. 

State  has  the  power 
sponsible  for  its  ex- 
possess,  as  a  voter, 
ection  of  the  traffic, 
sible  for  the  whole 
secuting  their  busi- 
3ut  under  the  broad 
iness.  There  is  no 
)reme  Court,  to  sell 
lission  issued  to  hini 
authority  from  the 
ff  continued  on  tlH> 
ople.  All  the  legal 
legalized  "traffic  in 
action  of  the  voters 
r  to  remove  them, 
[tons  results. 

to  be  found  to-day  ? 
head  of  every  man 
the  continuance  of 
;oes  a  minister  along 
e?  One  of  the  fore- 
jandidate  for  Bishop 
3e  and  you  will  see 
^here  goes  another, 
sbyterian  church  on 
Ty.    Look  close  and 


the  brand  of  Cain  will  Im-  visihU'.  Here  is  a  third  —  ro<-t()r  of 
lliiit  rich  and  liiHtoric  Epistopal  church  on  lower  Uroiitlway. 
bM)k— the  liriiiKl  of  Cain  a«ain  !  Walk  the  streclH  and  you 
Hce  it  ovciywluic—a  comnuinity  of  CainH,  conspirinK  and 
••iHHiHting  in  the  dolmuchcry  and  ticath  of  their  fellow  croaturen. 
CiiinH,  do  we  say  V  Why,  all  that  Cain  did  was  to  slay  the 
iHxly  ;  hut  these  men  who  lx!liove  that  there  is  a  soul  in  every 
man  and  a  hell  waiting  for  it  are  yet,  dcHpite  all  thiH,  awsiHting 
to  Hend  thouHands  each  year  to  that  eternal  doom. 

Oh  men,  men,  Oo<l  forgive  us  if  we  are  writing  un-Christlan 
and  uncharitable  wonlM,  but  if  the  cries  of  utter  misery  and 
liorrorthat  well  up  from  the'deptlis  day  after  d.'v  and  year 
after  year  can't  awaken  you,  what  is  left  ua  to  do  but  to  say 
these  thingH?  Homobody  is  responsible  for  all  this  shame  and 
sorrow,  and  it  is  not  Crod.  Somelxidy  is  doing  this  thing,  com- 
missioning men  to  prosecute  the  work  of  hell,  and  protecting 
tlieiu  in  it,  and  it  is  neither  CJod  nor  the  d«>vil,  for  neither 
makes  the  laws  on  our  statute  Ix^oks  or  votes  for  those  who  do. 

The  curse  of  C^ain  ir,  resting  on  this  Nation,  and  as  sure  as 
righteousness  is  right  and  sin  is  sin,  there  must  come  a  day  of 
reckoning.  liook  to  yourself,  voter  ;  are  you  carrying  the 
brand  of  Cain?  —  27ic  Voice,  Oct.  1,  1891. 


27.    THK  rOIWINC  ERA. 

Ix)w  in  the  dust  and  silence,  low  in  earth's  virgin  breast, 
Rigid  and'  cold  and  senseless  there  in  their  slumber  deep. 

The  victims  of  drink  are  lying  in  a  mute  and  80u11'>'j  rest. 
And  sealed  are  the  lips  that  dying  asked  for  a  peaceful  sleep. 

(trasses  wave  above  them  and  heavy  with  twilight's  tears ; 

The  roses,  wan  and  weary,  lean  over  the  vernal  slopes, 
To  hear  the  spirit  voices  that  come  from  the  by-gone  years— 

That  speak  of  human  ruins  and  the  ghosts  of  murdered  hopes. 

They  tell  of  the  mystic  shadows  that  crouch  by  hearths  aglow. 
Where  wives  are  sobbing  wildly  and  mothers  sigh  in  pain, 

Where  dregs  of  bitter  memory  fill  up  their  cup  of  woe  — 
Where  all  their  prayers  for  lost  ones  are  uttered  but  in  vain. 

Of  manhood's  deadly  grapple  and  subsequent  defeat, 

With  one  weird  dancing  demon  in  a  blood-red  habit  decked ; 
Of  merry  hearts  that  drifted  out  on  billows  wild  and  fleet ; 


i, 


PLATrnnM  Pkarlh. 


Of  hcirt*  (liwhed  on  ain'H  hidtlcn  n-ofH,  of  hearUi  forevw 

And  the  lif<'  und  lovi«  of  iniiny  a  lionu'  have  kohp  to  th«diHUuit 
Hkii'H, 
Like  miBt  that  coHh  from  the  river  or  the  inceiist!  of  battle'H 
fray. 
Oh,  hard  in  the  lesHoii  we  gather  when  the  drunken  father  died, 
Leaving  the  ctirw"  l)ehiM(l  liiui,  i>erha|)H  for  many  a  day. 

The  wall  of  the  or|)i)an  Ih  drr  A-ned  in  the  cea«ele«H  din  of  tlie 
Htrect, 
While  rivers  of  wine  flow  down  the  tliroat  of  the  rich  and 
the  proud ; 
And  rampant  the  evils  and  crime  which  everywhere  we  meet. 
And  the  Bhnttle  of  death  keci*  weaving  the  poor  inebriate's 
shroud. 

Reeking  the  cells  of  the  prisons  with  the  poison  breath  of  the 
wretch, 
Filled  is  the  almshouse  with  paujjers  and  tramiw  tattooed  with 
shame ; 
Souls  are  pawned  for  a  trifle,  and  honor  for  what  it  will  fetch, 
And  duty  bleeils  with  ghastly  wounds  she  gets  in  pleasure's 
name. 

Over  the  Union,  Progress,  calm  as  the  stars  above. 
Rides  in  her  golden  chariot,  behind  her  chargers  grand, 

The  banners  of  Heaven  bearing  the  gilded  message  of  love 
Inscribed  thereon  by  the  angels  to  the  outcasts  of  our  land. 

And  ne'er  will  she  pause  in  her  journey  along  the  future's  track. 
Till  dramshops  are  changed  to  mant-ions.  where  joy  and  peace 
can  dwell. 
When  souls  are  redeemed,  homes  restored,  and  the  virtues  of 
men  come  back  — 
Ah  I  then  will  smilingly  pause  and  say  to  all  our  land,  "  It  is 
well  I " 

— Leon  Mead. 

28.    A   <'ASK  OF  "PERSONAL   LIBKHTV." 

Do  you  know  what  a  flve-year-old  little  girl  is?  Have  you 
one  of  your  own?  Do  you  know  her  helplessness  in  tliis  big 
world  of  complex  and  terrible  forces?    Do  you  know  how 


dependent  n 
ill)  read  thJH 

"A  drink 
lit  '-"JH  River 
IxiutiiiK  their 
h<>K.  When 
ill  rum  iihu  v 
iii'ighborH,  w 
IM.lipB.  The 
i<iargo  lijr  tl 
Cliineyi  wor 
liriiiHeR.     Thi 

Nothing 
why  we  call 
11  is  hap|x>n 
only  worth 
Hkip|)ed  by  1 
of  various  k 
tain  evils  ai 
feel  or  see 
no  oratory 
ill!  sides  an 
over  it,  no  j 
if  you  are 
protect  and 
this  to  little 
to  go  and  ft 
up  your  mi 
need  be,  all 


O  grand 
Sweet 

From  se 
Looks 

Of  all  tl 
Not  oi 

Buried  t 
Benea 


iBlkAi 


I'LATroHM   1'KAHI.H. 


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«if  hiMirtfl  forevw 

i(()nc>  t<)  thf)  (liHtiuit 

Inceiiae  uf  battlv'H 

uiikon  father  died, 
many  a  day. 

'iiHelcHH  din  of  tlie 

it  of  the  rich  and 

•ywhere  we  meet, 
le  poor  inebriate's 

ison  breath  of  the 

imym  tattooed  with 

what  it  will  fetch, 
)  gets  in  pleasure's 


above, 

largers  grand, 
lessage  of  love 
Tasts  of  our  land. 

r  the  future's  track, 
I'here  joy  and  peace 

and  the  virtues  of 

all  our  land,  "It  is 

— Leon  Mead. 

^IBKHTV." 

girl  is?  Have  you 
)les8ne8S  in  tliis  big 
)o  you  know  how 


dependent  she  is  upon  careful  protection  and  nurture  ?    If  you 
ilu  read  thiH  hIkipI  itciii  frofi  'I'hr  Times,  .Jiui.  ;t() : 

"  A  drinking  i-oii|)l«  iiHinml  Michncl  niid  Mary  Cliiiioy,  wlio  dve 
lit 'JJH  River  Rvpjiuo,  IIoImiIccii,  wcrn  nri-)'Hte<l  ycHtt'nliiy  for  brutally 
IxiutiiiK  their  (Ivo-ymrdlil  iiHiiK>it<-r.  Tim  cliild  wiim  m'lit  out  diiily  to 
lii'l?.  When  iihu  iliil  not  l»rin({  lionit"  iiioii<>y  eiiougli  tolt(t'|)  thocoupio 
ill  rum  »h«  wiw  iMtntcn  with  a  heavy  liurnt'-ss  Htrap.  YrHtcrday  tlii> 
iicighborH,  wlio  bnii  ktuwii  tin-il  of  reitcuing  tlio  thlld,  notifitxl  tlic 
IMilioe.  The  little  jtiil  anil  her  thrw-ypar-old  brotlxT  wem  taltcn  in 
i<mrgH  by  the  wifo  of  tho  Janitor  at  Tolictv  HfadiiuartcrH,  and  tlio 
Cluneyi  were  locked  uj).  The  girr*  Innly  in  a  mam  of  tutu  iiiiti 
liruiiieR.     The  case  will  \m  Hent  to  the  Orand  Jury." 

Nothing  wonderful  alxHit  that,  you  wiy.  No,  and  that  is 
why  we  call  attention  to  it.  It  i.M  a  voimtion-pUwc  occurreiicn. 
It  irt  hap|x>ning  every  day.  It  is  hucIi  a  UHiial  thing  that  it  is 
only  worth  15  lines  in  the  daily  pa|MT,  aii(i  tli"y  arc  gent'rally 
skipi)ed  by  the  average  reader.  There  are  irapaHwioned  orators 
of  various  kinds  trying  to  make  the  jH-ople  of  America  see  cer- 
tain evils  and  feel  certain  wrongH  that  they  might  not  either 
feel  or  see  but  for  the  oratory.  Here  w  an  evil  that  needs 
no  oratory  to  make  it  seen  and  felt.  It  is  tangible.  It  is  on 
all  sides  and  ;it  all  times.  We  have  no  sermon  to  deliver 
over  it,  no  gUHh  to  gel  rid  of ;  but  we  want  to  say  this,  that 
if  you  are  a  big,  strong,  healthy  man,  and  are  helping  to 
protect  and  peri)etuate  a  system  that  is  doing  such  thingHrfls 
this  to  little  five-year-old  girls  throughout  this  land,  you  ought 
to  go  and  grovel  on  your  face  in  an  ash-heap  till  you  make 
up  your  mind  to  fight  such  a  damnable  system  against,  if 
need  be,  all  the  powers  of  the  world,  the  flesh  and  the  devil. 

—  E.  J.  Wheeler. 


SO.  rwLimBiA. 

O  grand,  fair  country,  rich  in  bounteous  blessing. 
Sweet  Freedom's  crown  ujwn  thy  regal  brow  ; 

From  sea  to  sea  the  land  of  thy  possessing. 
Looks  to  the  sun  and  smiles  in  plenty  now. 

Of  all  the  millions  claiming  thy  protection. 
Not  one  will  answer  to  the  name  of  slave  — 

Buried  the  memory  of  thy  defection 
Beneath  the  sod  that  marks  the  soldier's  grave. 


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Sacred  to  Heaven,  the  Chijrch  gives  message  tender  ; 

On  every  side  thy  halls  of  learning  stand  ; 
Yonder  white  dome  upreared  in  glistening  si' jndor, 

Besiieaks  the  promise  of  a  peaceful  land. 

Across  the  waters  in  a  friendly  greeting, 
Thy  sister  countries  send  the  kindly  word  ; 

In  place  of  war  the  world's  great  good  defeating, 
The  grand  Te  Deum  and  the  prayer  are  heard. 

Ah,  prayer  and  praise  befit  thy  queenly  seeming, 
And  both  are  due  the  power  that  bid  thee  live  ; 

But  pray  as  well  to  awaken  from  thy  dreaming 
And  clear-eyed  reason  to  thy  future  give. 

That  future  shrinks  beset  by  many  a  danger, 

T,urking,  half-fledged  to  rise  strong-winged  at  last. 

O  trust  it  to  the  friend  and  not  the  stranger. 
To  guide  thee  safe  the  dreadful  breakers  past  1 

Cling  to  the  old,  the  tried  and  true  that  love  thee. 
And  bid  new  lovers  prove  their  fealty  — 

CUng  to  thy  birthright  which  the  God  above  thee 
Sealed  with  the  blood  of  martyred  loyalty. 

Ay,  trust  thine  own,  but  bid  them  pledge  thine  honor 
In  the  pure  glass  that  leaves  the  reason  clear  ; 

Let  all  thy  legions  bear  the  snow-white  banner, 
From  out  whose  folds  no  foul-breathed  demons  leer. 

Blot  out  the  wrongs  that  cry  for  Heaven's  bewailing, 
Crush  wild-eyed  License  'neath  an  iron  heel ; 

Bid  Virtue  rise,  assured  of  help  unfailing. 
And  skulking  Vice  thy  full  displeasure  feel. 

Speak  to  thy  sons  in  words  whose  lofty  meaning 
Shall  thrill  them  through  with  an  undying  fire  ; 

Shall  fit  their  souls  for  boundless  fields  of  gleaning 
And  mighty  effort  that  shall  never  tire. 

High  to  God's  throne  upraise  an  ideal  holy. 
And  bid  thy  childion  look  to  that  for  light, 

While  pressing  onward  with  a  spirit  lowly 
And  patience  boundless  as  the  vault  of  night. 


So  in  God 
ShaU  e^ 

And  large 
Smile  'i 


30.    1 

Whether  c 
total  and  fins 
seems  to  me  r 
kind  confess  t 
all  the  rest  ac 
to  refuse  the 
mands?  .  .  . 
brilliant  and 
of  intemperai 
blood  of  genii 
to  mind  som< 
fellows,  who 
seems  to  ha\ 
commissioned 
family.  Shal 
If  the  relativ 
the  great  an: 
small  amount 
est  the  world 
of  '76  we  are 
evils  too.  .  . 
we  shall  find 
umitted,  a  gi 
plied,  more  c 
orphan's  stari 
ural  ally  this 
aid  its  marc 
of  earth  sha 
draughts  of  p 
complete,  wh 
on  the  earth, 
claim  to  be  tl 

*  From  addr 
fti'Ul,  111.,  on  Feb 


Platform  Peahls. 


3D 


der ; 
idor, 


:la8t. 

I 

le, 

ee 

honor 

» 

ns  leer, 
iiiling, 

re; 
ling 


So  in  Grod's  own  g(»d  time  thy  gracious  seeming, 
Shall  every  truth  speak  out  to  aid  the  world  ; 

And  larger  hope  upon  thy  fair  brow  beaming 
Smile  'neath  the  flag  of  purity  unfurled. 

—  Fannie  E.  Ostrandcr. 


30.    THE  TIOmPKRANCE  REVOLUTIOIV.* 

Whether  or  not  the  world  would  be  vastly  benefited  by  a 
total  and  final  banishment  from  it  of  all  intoxicating  drinks, 
seems  to  me  not  now  an  open  question.  Three-fourths  of  man- 
kind confess  the  affirmative  with  their  tongues  ;  and,  I  believe, 
all  the  rest  acknowledge  it  in  their  hearts.  Ought  any,  then, 
to  refuse  their  aid  in  doing  wliat  the  good  of  the  whole  de- 
mands ?  .  .  .  There  seems  ever  to  have  been  a  proneness  in  the 
brilliant  and  warm-blooded  to  fall  into  this  vice  —  the  demon 
of  intemperance  ever  seems  to  have  delighted  in  sucking  the 
blood  of  genius  and  generosity.  What  one  of  us  but  can  call 
to  mind  some  relative,  more  promising  in  youth  than  all  his 
fellows,  who  has  fallen  a  victim  to  his  rapacity  ?  He  ever 
seems  to  have  gone  forth  like  the  Egyptian  angel  of  death, 
commissioned  to  slay,  if  not  the  first,  the  fairest  born  of  every 
family.  Shall  he  now  be  arrested  in  his  desolating  career  ?  .  .  . 
If  the  relative  grandeur  of  revolutions  shall  be  estimated  by 
the  great  amount  of  human  misery  they  alleviate  and  the 
small  amount  they  inflict,  then,  indeed,  will  this  be  the  grand- 
est the  world  shall  ever  have  seen.  Of  our  political  revolution 
of  '76  we  are  all  justly  proud.  .  .  .  But  .  .  .  it  .  .  .  had  its 
evils  too.  .  .  .  Turn  now  to  the  temperance  revolution.  In  it 
we  shall  find  a  stronger  bondage  broken,  a  viler  slavery  man- 
umitted, a  greater  tyrant  deposed  —  in  it  more  of  want  sup- 
plied, more  disease  healed,  more  sorrow  assuaged ;  by  it  no 
orphan's  starving,  no  widow's  weeping.  .  .  .  And  what  a  nat- 
ural ally  this  to  the  cause  of  political  freedom  ;  with  such  an 
aid  its  march  can  not  fail  to  be  on  and  on,  till  every  son 
(if  earth  shall  drink  in  rich  fruition  the  sorrow-quenching 
draughts  of  perfect  liberty.  .  .  .  And  when  the  victory  shall  be 
complete,  when  there  slmll  be  neither  a  slave  nor  a  drunkard 
on  the  earth,  how  proud  the  title  of  that  land  whicli  may  truly 
claim  to  be  the  birth-place  and  the  cradle  of  both  those  revolu- 

*  From  address  licforo  tlic  Washlngtonian  Temperance  Society  of  Spring- 
Held,  111.,  on  Ftl).  22, 1H(2. 


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Platform  Pkarlh. 


tions  that  shall  have  ended  in  that  victory  1  How  nobly  dis- 
tinguished that  people  who  shall  have  phinted  and  nurtured 
to  maturity  both  the  political  and  moral  f  retnlom  of  their  specicH ! 

—  Abraham  Lincoln, 


31.    A  TRAMP'S  VIKWS. 

I  may  be  a  dnmkard,  an  idler,  a  tramp — 

I'm  sure  you  would  think  so  to  look  at  me  now ; 
But  once  I  was  dressed  aa  you  dress  to-day, 

And  had  the  I^ord's  seal  of  a  man  on  my  brow. 
I  had  a  fine  home  and  a  dear  little  wife, 

And  a  babe,  just  as  bright  as  that  dear  bal)e  of  y<jurs ; 
But  now  I'm  an  outcast,  alone  in  the  earth, 

My  roof,  Heaven's  dome,  and  my  home  "all  out-<loor8." 

What  brought  me  to  this?  — why,  the  devil  of  drink  ; 

Cold  water  don't  murder  our  children  and  wives, 
Nor  drive  sober  men  out  of  sunshiny  homes. 

To  beg  and  to  steal  and  to  tramp  all  their  lives. 
They  had  an  election  where  I  lived  one  day, 

To  decide  as  to  whether  or  not  a  saloon 
Should  be  'opened  to  help  on  the  town, 

In  busintss  and  life  — a  much  needed  boon. 

Deacon  Brown  made  a  speech  on  the  matter,  and  said : 

•'A  tavern  well  run  was  a  help  to  the  town. 
Bringing  trade  from  all  the  country  around. 

And  he  hoped  that  the  people  would  not  vote  it  down." 
Tlie  minister  told  us  a  fee  would  be  paid, 

By  the  man  who  was  ready  to  open  the  place ; 
And  the  money  for  license  would  pay  half  our  debt ; 

And  he'd  vote  for  the  tavern ;  he  would,  "  by  God's  grace. 

The  merchants  all  said  it  would  fine  business  make, 

And  increase  every  line  of  legitimate  trade ; 
And  BO  when  the  ballots  were  counted  that  night, 

The  question  was  carried  and  the  license  was  paid. 
The  tavern  was  opened,  and  all  of  us  went 

To  the  "  house-warming,"  so  it  was  called  in  the  papers. 
No  charges  were  made  and  we  drank  pretty  free, 

And  the  stuff  made  us  cut  some  ridiculous  cnjiers 

Tlie  trade  built  up  fast,  and  the  i>eople  were  pleased. 
And  business  looked  bettor  than  for  many  a  year ; 


l$ut  1  went  1 
Wiis  as  i>ji 

Now  that  m 
And  dem£ 

B)it  she  told 
As  long  lu 

It  was  true 
Had  madi 

That  I  eami 
Which  wi 

But  why  tel 

A  drunka 
My  wife  an 

I  found  V 
And  one  ni| 

With  the 
My  baby,  p 

And  only 

Starved  t< 

Business 
Business  fo 

As  they ( 
Business  fo 

Business 
Business  fc 

Who  ma! 

The  license 

But  to  it 
To  it  I've  a 

To  it  I'v* 
Christians 

But  the : 
So  long  as 

Andlegi 

There  are 
Who  lor 

But  I  see  I 
So  long  i 

By  workir 


)w  nobly  dis- 
ind  iiurtuii'd 
their  specicH! 
7/1  Lincoln. 


If, 


•f  yciurs ; 

)ut-door8.' 

Irink ; 
ves, 

ja. 


id  said : 


» it  down." 

>; 

debt ; 
God's  grace.' 

lake, 

ht, 
paid. 

I  the  papers. 

DP, 

ipers. 

eased, 
year ; 


Platform  Pearls. 


41 


l$iit  I  went  home  one  night  and  the  cheek  of  my  wife 

Wjuj  as  i>ale  as  the  dead,  and  on  it  a  tear. 
Now  that  made  me  mml,  so  I  gave  her  a  talk, 

And  demanded  that  she  should  not  look  like  one  dead. 
B\it  she  told  me  she  feared  it  could  not  be  helped, 

As  long  as  our  cupboard  was  empty  of  bread. 

It  was  true  — the  devilish  drink  at  the  bar 

Had  made  me  its  slave  ;  and  every  cent 
That  I  earned,  when  sober  enough  to  do  work. 

Which  was  not  very  often,  to  the  tavern  it  went. 

But  why  tell  it  all  ?    My  trade  was  soon  killed— 

A  drunkard  is  fit  for  no  business  or  toil ; 
My  wife  and  my  baby  grew  paler,  and  soon, 

1  found  we  were  all  wrapped  in  Alcohol's  coil. 
And  one  night,  while  I  sat  at  the  tavern  and  drank, 

"With  the  very  last  penny  I  had  to  my  name. 
My  baby,  poor  starveling,  went  home  up  to  God, 

And  only  the  next  week  my  wife  did  the  same. 

Starved  to  death,  to  make  business  for  our  little  town, 

Business  for  men  who  must  bury  the  dead ; 
Business  for  those  who  grow  fat  and  grow  rich, 

As  they  gather  the  money  that  should  go  for  bread  ; 
Business  for  judges  and  juries  and  jailers, 

Business  for  vampires  who  fatten  on  wrong,    . 
Business  for  men  who  sell  heartaches  for  money. 

Who  make  others  weak  that  they  may  be  strong. 

The  license  was  paid,  two  hundred  good  dollars. 

But  to  it  I've  added  my  dead  babe  and  wife. 
To  it  I've  added  the  manhood  I've  lost, 

To  it  I've  added  this  much  of  my  life. 
Christians  may  pray  and  preachers  may  preach ; 

But  the  Kingdom  of  Christ  will  never  prevail 
So  long  as  for  dollars  we  license  foul  murder 

And  legislate  citizens  into  the  jail. 

There  are  thousands  like  me  who  still  want  to  be  saved, 
Who  long  for  the  manhood  they  lost  at  the  bar. 

But  I  see  no  ho|)e  for  us  this  side  of  the  grave 
So  long  as  the  Christians  our  life-chances  mar 

By  working  for  wrong,  while  they  pray  for  the  right ; 


4-i 


Platfoum  Peaki.s. 


.t|K 


Hy  talking  for  k<xx1,  while  they  work  for  the  evil ; 
By  frowning  on  win.  while  they  lit-ense  its  gr!i«p  ; 
By  praying  to  God,  while  they  vote  for  the  devil. 

— Lou  J,  Jieuiichamp. 


33.    A  RKD  NIAGARA.* 

Two  years  ago  we  had  a  fit  of  national  hysterics,  because 
Coxey'a  weaponless  petition  in  l)oots  tramped  from  «  hio  to 
Washington  ;  to-i  y  we  coolly  watch,  m.^rching  through  the 
land,  an  army  m  u  tier  than  general  ever  marshalled  on  the 
battle-field.  An  army  that  sways  imrties,  rules  city  councils, 
controls  legislatures,  dominates  Congress,  dictates  to  the 
Supreme  Court  how  to  interpret  the  constitution,  controls  the 
church  and  gags  its  pulpit.  This  army's  recruiting-station  is 
the  club-house,  its  drill  ground  the  barroom,  its  barracks  the 
jail,  its  soldier's  home  the  poorhouse  '.s  national  cemetery  the 
potter's  field,  its  uniform  rags,  its  st^p  a  stagger,  its  battle-cry 
Rum.  Tliis  ai-my  enlists  for  life  ;  the  promotions  are  rapid  — 
moderate  drinker,  hard  drinker,  drunkard,  sot.  Every  saloon- 
keejier  is  a  captain,  every  brewer  a  colonel,  every  distiller  a 
general,  the  devil  himself  is  its  commander-in-chief.  The  con- 
tinent is  at  its  mercy  ;  it  gives  no  quarter.  Attention,  stag- 
ger forward,  march !  Rum,  rum,  rum.  Two  million  il-re 
hundred  thousand  drunkards  are  on  their  funeral  march  ;  past 
home,  past  honor,  past  hope  ;  over  the  blighted  lives  of  wife 
and  child  ;  ovei  the  graves  of  broken-hearted  mothers  ;  down, 
down  to  a  drunkard's  death  and  a  drunkard's  hell. 

The  saloon  says  it  is  a  profit  to  the  nation  ;  it  pays  |200,- 
000,000  a  year  for  license ;  the  nation  pays  |2,000,000,000  for 
liquor.  It  returns  eight  cents  of  every  dollar  it  is  licensed  to 
8t«al.  It  also  returns  25,000  lunatics,  50,000  imupers,  and 
enough  criminals  to  fill  50  penitentiaries  and  2,000  jails.  The 
nation  has  to  pay  |;5,000,000  to  support  its  lunatics  ;  110,000,000 
for  its  paupers  ;  |200,000,000  for  its  criminals.  It  loses  the  value 
of  tens  of  thousands  of  men  slain  and  hundreds  of  thousands 
rendered  idle.  Has  it  not  a  right  then  to  say  whether  the 
saloon  should  be  allowed  to  cany  on  this  lunatic-paui^er  crimi- 
nal manufacturing  company  ?  Is  the  liquor-dealer's  right  to 
get  rich  paramount  to  a  dnmkard's  right  to  life,  to  his  wife's 

•  Prize  oration  In  the  college  contest  at  the  National  Prohibition  Convention, 
Pittsburg,  May  26, 1890. 


right  to  bre 
the  state's  i 
You  say 
will  never 
Democratic 
does  not  evi 
pers  of  |1 
heaven  and 
it  permits  t 
It  sees  100,( 
ally  by  the 
men.  The 
but  around 
bered  lives 
pirates.  N 
Ship  of  Sta 
lion  Republ 
night  that  I 
unchecked 
with  their  1 
For  a  cent 
Jericho  ha 
priest  and 
side.  If  yc 
this  man  tc 
go  back  alo 
that  have 
way.  Not 
the  workii 
without  p£ 
saloon-keej 
hibit.  He 
hibition  do 
Why  has  it 
ing  in  lows 
Prohibitior 
make  Prol 
party  grov 
dry  town  t 
rock  in  a  s< 
tion  in  evei 


evil ; 

i>vil. 
ieiiiu'hamj). 


erics,  because 
froai  «  hio  to 
;  through  the 
hailed  on  the 
city  councils, 
states  to  the 
I,  controls  the 
ting-station  is 

barracks  the 

cemetery  the 
,  its  battle-cry 
IS  are  rapid  — 
Every  saloon- 
ery  distiller  a 
ief .  The  con- 
Ltention,  stag- 
I  million  iive 
[  march  ;  past 

lives  of  wife 
)thers ;  down, 
1. 

it  pays  |200,- 
100,000,000  for 

is  licensed  to 
jmupers,  and 
m  jails.  The 
s  ;  110,000,000 
loses  the  value 

of  thousands 

whether  the 
-paui^er  crimi- 
•aler's  right  to 
e,  to  his  wife's 

bitloii  Convention, 


Platform  Pearls. 


43 


right  to  bread  and  coal,  to  his  child's  right  to  be  well  lH)rn,  lo 
the  state's  right  to  an  imcorriipted  suffrage  ? 

You  say  these  evils  must  stop  ;  but  how  ?  Tlie  old  parties 
will  never  stop  them  ;  the  saloon  controls  them  both.  The 
Democratic  Party  wept  over  a  billion-dollar  Congress,  but  it 
does  not  even  shed  a  crocodile  tear  when  the  saloon  robs  jiau- 
pers  of  |1  200,000,000.  The  Republican  party  will  compass 
heaven  and  earth  to  protect  tlie  workingraan's  dinner  pail,  yet 
it  permits  the  saloon  to  rob  him  of  his  dinner  without  protest. 
It  sees  100,000  pieces  of  American  bone  and  sinew  buried  annu- 
ally by  the  saloon  and  it  is  silent.  It  will  protect  things,  not 
men.  The  nation  has  a  hun'^'-ed  lighthouses  along  her  coast, 
but  aroimd  the  awful  rocks  of  intemperance,  on  wluch  unnum- 
bered lives  have  been  beaten  out,  she  has  nothing  but  licensed 
pirates.  Neither  the  Republican  nor  Democratic  captain  of  the 
Ship  of  State  will  pick  up  a  drowm'ng  drunkard.  Three  mil- 
lion Republican  and  Democratic  Christians  might  pray  every 
night  that  the  liquor  traffic  may  be  abolished,  and  it  will  go  on 
unchecked ;  but  if  on  election  day  3,000,000  Christian  men  pray 
with  their  ballots,  their  prayer  would  be  answered  by  nightfall. 
For  a  century  a  certain  man  on  his  way  from  Jerusi-lem  to 
Jericho  has  regularly  fallen  among  thieves.  The  Republican 
priest  and  the  Democratic  Levite  have  passed  by  on  the  other 
side.  If  you  want  to  'oe  a  Good  Samaritan,  do  not  merely  take 
this  man  to  an  inn  and  pay  his  board,  but  get  your  friends  and 
go  back  along  that  road,  determined  to  arrest  the  gang  of  thieves 
that  have  been  robbing  every  one  that  passes  down  that 
way.  Notify  the  liquor-dealers  through  the  ballot-box  that 
the  workingman  jiust  go  from  his  cottage  to  his  work 
without  passing  a  single  saloon — that  is  Prohibition,  The 
saloon-keeper  may  tell  you  that  Prohibition  does  not  pro- 
hibit. He  is  a  reliable  source  of  information,  isn't  he?  If  Pro- 
hibition does  not  prohibit,  why  is  he  so  bitterly  opposed  to  it  ? 
Why  has  it  emptied  the  jails  of  Kansas  ;  reduced  liquor-drink- 
ing in  Iowa?  Why  does  Uquor  capital  halt  at  the  border  of  a 
Prohibition  state  ?  Wliy  did  Maine,  after  a  trial  of  30  years, 
make  Prohibition  a  part  of  her  constitution?  Why  does  the 
party  grow  stronger  at  every  election?  Local  Option  —  one 
dry  town  surrounded  by  ten  wet  ones  ;  state  Prohibition  —  a 
rock  in  a  sea  of  rum  —  these  may  fail,  but  let  us  have  prohibi- 
tion in  every  state  and  territory  in  the  Union,  and  a  drunkard 


Ii 


:;■■■  / 

#1:    1 


44 


Platkorm  FEAnui. 


will  Im"  aa  nire  a  sight  as  a  Democratic  candidate  for  the  Prcfii- 
dencj',  God  ha«  anointed  this  little  David  to  sink  the  stone  of 
Prohibition  deep  into  the  skull  of  this  bragging  Gk)liath,  Alco- 
hol. Throw  your  ballot  away  by  voting  for  tlie  Party  ?  Not 
while  God's  throne  stands.  Your  ballot  is  the  way  you  can 
help  him  make  America  better.  Wliat  does  He  care  about  the 
little  partizan  wrangles  about  the  tariff,  liow  many  coppers  to 
tax  a  foreign  coat  for  an  American  dude,  when  men  whom  He 
gave  His  only  begotten  Son  to  save  are  sinking  down  into 
drunkard's  graves  on  every  hand?  Votes  were  needed  for 
independence  in  1776,  for  Union  in  1860 ;  they  are  needed  for 
sobriety,  now  1  Now,  whe.i  the  continent  trembles  beneatli  the 
drunkard's  tread  —  now,  when  children  in  their  cradles  are 
stung  by  this  viper  —  now,  when  it  dcx)ms  a  million  women  to 
lonely  and  unpitied  martyrdom. 

A  river  of  rum,  a  mountain  of  gold,  a  cloud  of  tears,  a  bou- 
levard of  broken  hearts,  a  red  Niagara,  down  which  the  best 
blood  of  the  nation  is  ]X)uring,  a  valley  of  dry  bones,  white  with 
a  million  rum-made  skeletons.  This  is  the  terrific  indictment 
against  this  infernal  trafHc. 

Oh,  Christian  men,  reach  out  your  iron  ai-ms  and  clutch 
with  your  steel  fingers  this  foul  and  baleful  harlot,  and  stamp- 
ing deep  upon  her  leprous  forehead  the  burning  titles  of  her 
shame,  plunge  the  dagger  of  I'ro  .ibition  to  her  heart  and 
shrouding  her  in  the  curses  of  70,000,000  people,  bury  her  so 
deep  she  will  never  hear  the  trumpet  of  resurrection  I 

— Charles  S.  Morris, 


33.    SHOVEIi  OUT. 

The  blizzard  had  its  lessons,  which  were  borne  upon  the  wind, 

And  dropped  at  many  a  door-step  in  the  thought  it  left  behind. 

It  reigned  a  very  monarch,  with  an  undisputed  sway. 

And  chained  the  wheels  of  commerce  for  a  nation  in  a  day  ; 

It  made  its  crystal  messengers  a  conquering  brigade. 

To  force  its  proclamation  for  a  general  blockade. 

And  brought  to  every  homestead  with  a  morning  song  and 

shout, 
The  truth  that  they  were  captives,  if  they  didn't  shovel  out. 

It's  just  pn  illustration  of  another  sort  of  "  blow," 
"Which  hedges  many  lives  about  with  something  else  than 
snow, 


And  turns  n 
Into  a  8u<ld( 
And  makes 

walls 
Heaped  hig 

falls ; 
But  rarely, 
That  those ' 

And  yet  tin 
Of  sudden { 
A  sort  of  so 
To  bind  the 
And  look  oi 
Heaped  hig 
While  ears 
Tliat  there ; 

But,  brothe 
And  piled  t 
A  tiling  lifl 
That  every 
And  you  ca 
With  sturd 
But  if  you 
You'll  havt 
—  Ahnon 
and  Abroa 

34.    TH 

(Thesp« 
and  holds  i 
the  table,  a 

I  bring 
drove  the  s 
brain  of  mi 
it  you  will 
other  over 
the  lark,  t 
tumn's  ricl 
it,  and  yoi 
"Harvest 


for  the  Pri'Bi- 
[  the  Btone  of 
loliath,  Alco- 
Party?  Not 
way  you  can 
are  about  the 
ny  coppers  to 
len  whom  He 
ig  down  into 
e  needed  for 
re  needed  for 
es  beneatli  the 
r  cradles  are 
on  women  to 

tears,  a  bou- 
hich  the  best 
38,  white  with 
\c  indictment 

IS  and  clutch 
t,  and  stamp- 
g  titles  of  her 
er  heart  and 
,  bury  her  so 
on  I 
I  S.  Morris, 


X)n  the  wind, 

it  left  behind. 

^ay, 

I  in  a  day  ; 

ide, 

ing  song  and 

ihovel  out. 

ng  else  than 


Platform  Pearls. 


45 


And  turns  a  ploasant  iiros|)wt,  wliicli  is  everything  that's  fair, 

Into  a  su<ld('n  IcmiM'Ht  with  obHtnu-tions  everywhere  ; 

And  makes  of  their  to-raorrow,  what  might  seem  like  prison 

walls, 
Heaped  high  with  diBapiK)intnientH  where  the  mass  of  driftage 

falls; 
But  rarely,  like  the  blizzard,  is  there  heard  the  warning  shout. 
That  those  within  are  captives,  if  they  do  not  shovel  out. 

And  yet  the  fact  is  patent,  there's  a  power  in  the  spell 
Of  sudden  great  reverses  *,hat  may  prove  a  captive's  cell ; 
A  sort  of  soul  concUKsion  seems  to  panilyze  the  brain. 
To  bind  the  will  with  fetters,  and  to  kill  out  hope  with  pain. 
And  look  out  on  the  driftage  in  an  aimless  sort  of  way. 
Heaped  high  about  the  doorsill  from  the  hopes  of  yesterday ; 
While  ears  are  dull  and  listless  to  the  voice  of  any  shout, 
Tliat  there  may  be  deliverance  if  t'ley  will  shovel  out. 

But,  brother,  if  a  blizzard  has  swept  over  all  your  plains, 
And  piled  the  driftage  higher  than  your  upper  window-panes, 
A  tiling  lifted  from  the  roof  will  bring  the  welcome  sight. 
That  everywhere,  outside  of  you,  the  world  is  full  of  light. 
And  you  can,  with  your  shovel,  and  a  purpose  brave  and  stout. 
With  sturdy  and  jiersistent  work,  soon  tunnel  your  way  out ; 
But  if  you  wait  the  action  of  time's  equalizing  law, 
You'll  have  a  lonely  waiting,  and  may  die  before  a  thaw. 

—  Almon  Trask  Allis,  in  his  book,  "  Uncle  Alvin  at  Home 
and  Abroad."  

34.    THRGB  VIK1VS  OF   THB  WHISKY   BOTTIiK. 

FIRST  VIEW. 

(The  speaker  brings  the  bottle  apparently  containing  liquor, 
and  holds  it  in  his  hand  during  his  recitotion ;  then  places  it  on 
the  table,  and  steps  to  one  side  of  the  platform.) 

I  bring  you  some  of  the  most  wonderful  whisky  that  ever 
drove  the  skeleton  from  die  feast,  or  painted  landscapes  in  the 
brain  of  man.  It  is  the  mingled  souls  of  whesi  and  com.  In 
it  you  will  find  the  sunshine  and  the  shadr  ,v  that  chased  each 
other  over  the  billowy  fields ;  the  breath  of  June,  the  carol  of 
the  lark,  the  dews  of  night,  the  wealth  of  summer  and  au- 
tumn's rich  content,  all  golden  with  imprisoned  light.  Drink 
it,  and  you  will  hear  the  voices  of  men  and  maidens  singing 
"Harvest  Home,"  mingled  with   the  laughter  of  children. 


J 


46 


Platkokm  Pearls. 


Drink  it,  and  you  will  feel  within  your  bliKwl  the  Htartleil  dawns, 
the  dreamy,  tawny  duwkH  of  many  perfect  da>H.  For  forty 
yearH  this  li(iuid  joy  hiw  lx>en  within  the  happy  HtaveH  of  oak 
longing  to  kiss  the  lips  of  man.  —Robert  G.  Ingeraull. 

SKOOND  VIKW. 

(This  speaker  takes  the  bottle  from  the  table  and  holds  it  in 
his  hand  during  his  recitation  ;  then  replaces  it  upon  the  table, 
and  joins  first  speaker.) 

I  bring  you  some  of  the  most  wonderful  whisky  that  ever 
brought  a  skeleton  into  the  closet  or  painted  scenes  of  lust  and 
bloodshed  in  the  brain  of  man.  It  is  the  ghost  of  wheat  and 
corn,  crazed  by  the  loss  of  their  natural  bodies.  In  it  you  will 
find  a  transient  sunshine  chased  by  a  shadow  as  cold  as  an 
Arctic  midnight,  in  which  the  breath  of  June  grows  icy,  and 
the  carol  of  the  lark  gives  place  to  the  foreboding  cry  of  the 
raven. 

Drink  it,  and  you  shall  have  "woe,"  "  sorrow,"  "babbling," 
and  "wounds  without  cause";  "your  eyes  shall  behold 
strange  women,"  and  "your  heart  shall  utter  perverse  things." 
Drink  it  deep,  and  you  shall  hear  the  voices  of  demons  shriek- 
ing, of  women  wailing,  and  worse  than  orphaned  children 
mourning  the  loss  of  a  father  who  yet  lives.  Drink  it  deep  and 
long,  and  serpents  will  hiss  in  your  ears,  coil  themselves  about 
your  neck,  and  seize  you  with  their  fangs  ;  for  "  at  the  last  it 
biteth  like  a  serpent  and  stingeth  like  an  adder."  For  forty 
years  this  liquid  death  has  been  within  staves  of  oak,  harmless 
there  as  purest  water.  I  bring  it  to  you  that  you  may  "put  an 
enemy  in  yo"r  mouth  to  stoal  away  your  brains,"  and  yet  I  call 
myself  your  iriend.  —  J.  M.  Buckley,  D.D. 

THIRD  VIEW. 

(This  speaker  advances  to  the  table,  wraps  the  bottle  in  a 
paper  representing  a  ballot  and  holds  the  package  in  his  liand 
at  the  beginning  of  his  recitation,  but  soon  unwraps  it  and  re- 
places the  bottle  upon  the  table,  while  holding  the  ballot  up 
repeatedly  before  the  audience.) 

I  show  you  a  bottle  of  licensed  whisky  in  the  foul  embraces 
of  its  creator,  a  license  party  ballot  — just  such  a  ballot  as  the 
foregoing  speakers  sweetly  unite  in  voting. 

It  is  the  most  wonderful  ballot  that  ever  consented  when 
sinners  enticed.    It  is  the  sheet-music  of  coiled  vipei-s  hissing, 


i 


tiirtloil  (lawns, 
,H.  For  forty 
HtuveH  of  oak 
?.  Ingersoll, 

ind  holds  it  in 
ipon  the  table, 

isky  that  ever 
les  of  lust  and 
of  wheat  and 
In  it  you  will 
as  cold  as  an 
^ows  icy,  and 
ng  cry  of  the 

,'•  "babbling," 
shall  behold 
rverse  things." 
emons  shriok- 
aned  children 
nk  it  deep  and 
mselves  about 
'  at  the  last  it 
r."  For  forty 
oak,  harmless 
I  may  "put  an 
"  and  yet  I  call 
uckley,  D.D. 


he  bottle  in  a 

re  in  his  liand 

•aps  it  and  re- 

the  ballot  up 

foul  embraces 
a  ballot  as  the 

)nsented  when 
vipers  hissing, 


Platform  Picahls. 


47 


"  Vote  for  splendid  sin.  and  thou  shalt  7iot  surely  die ! "  It  is  the 
mingled  houIm  of  .Iiidas  aixl  Ananias,  of  I'ilate  and  the  strange 
woman.  It  is  the  insori|)ti()n  from  tlie  |M)rtals  of  the  temple 
of  mercenary  i)oliticH  :  "Abandon  ctinscienee,  all  ye  who  enter 
here ! " 

In  this  ballot  you  will  And  the  gloom  of  midnight,  full  of  all 
nameless  horrors,  and  the  glare  of  the  pit,  revealing  the  tempted 
and  fallen.  Vote  it  straight,  and  you  multiply  this  lx)ttle  by 
millions  all  over  our  land.  Whatever  ills  that  bottle  holds,  this 
wicked  ballot  imseals  and  pours  in  wrath  over  happy  homes 
and  prosperous  hamlets,  withering  them  as  by  a  blast  from  the 
pit. 

Vote  it  steadily  against  conscience  and  prayers,  and  you 
breed  rings  here,  and  mobs  there,  and  Tammanys  elsewhere ; 
and  when  the  cover  is  lifted  anywliere,  you  find  scrolls  bearing 
the  names  of  deacons,  and  vestrymen,  and  stewards,  and  teach- 
ers, all  calling  for  the  oi>en  bottle  in  new  neighborhoods. 

For  30  years  this  license-party  ballot  has  been  electing  "its 
perennial  but  nameless  candidate,  the  saloon."  For  thirty 
years  it  has  transformed  our  election  day  from  a  holy  day  of 
imtrioiism  into  a  saturnalia  of  crime,  a  wild  orgy  of  debauch- 
ery For  30  years  the  rustle  of  these  ballots  into  our  CJovern- 
ment  has  kept  time  with  the  rustle  of  departing  angel-wii  xa  of 
purity,  honor,  patriotism,  piety,  and  home-life  from  our  land. 

Take  this  ballot  witli  all  its  foul  record.  Vote  it,  in  spite  of 
everything.  Cling  to  it  on  your  death-bed ;  carry  it  in  your 
bony  clutch  to  your  God.  Justify  it  there,  if  you  dare !  Plead 
your  puny  party  policies ;  whimper  that  you  did  not  intend  the 
known  inevitable  result  of  your  wicked  deeds,  if  you  can  —  but 
do  not  insult  a  sham-hating  CJod  by  aaying,  "I  thought  that 
ballot  right."  —  A.  R.  Heath. 

35.    EXACTIiY  OF  A  8IXB. 

Have  you  seen  a  sort  of  puzzle, 

Tliey  are  giving  at  the  store? 
Two  little  cardboard  pieces 

Three  inches  long,  or  more  ; 
So  shaped  with  curves  and  angles, 

Almost  any  one  would  swear 
Thpl  this  ticket  here  is  larger 

Than  its  fellow  over  there ; 
But  'tis  simply  an  illusion 


48 


Platfohm  Pea  III  j4. 


i 


li 


.!     & 


That  (l('c<'iv«'H  llu>  Im'hI  of  cyt-H, 
You  put  'oni  Ixitli  togctlior 
They're  exactly  of  a  size. 

You  have  Keen  the  two  old  jmrtieH, 

There  iH  not  a  doubt  of  that ; 
Till'  woolly -eye<l  Ropublicau 

And  mosB-grown  Democrat ; 
With  histories  ho  different. 

They  stand  out,  side  by  side, 
One  looking  pumllanimous, 

The  other  grand  and  wide ; 
But,  apjiearance  it*  deceiving, 

And,  to  your  great  surprise, 
You  put  'em  both  together, 

They're  exactly  of  a  size. 

These  i>arties  build  their  platforniH 

Of  old  worm-eaten  planks, 
Expressing,  quite  ambiguously, 

Anathemas  and  thanks 
On  ill-assorted  entities 

PYom  silver  down  to  sin, 
All  worded  most  adroitly 

To  dra^\  the  voters  in  ; 
There  seema  to  be  some  difference, 

But  if  you're  sharp  and  wise, 
You  put  'em  both  together. 

They're  exactly  of  a  size. 

And  then,  how  soon  there  follow 

Tlie  candidates  of  each. 
To  fill  the  streets  with  torchlights. 

The  atmosphere  with  speech, 
To  tickle  all  the  rabble 

With  their  antiquated  stravs, 
And  crack  old  mildewed  chestnuts 

'Mid  the  wildest  of  applause ; 
You  think  they  differentiate 

Between  their  party  ties. 
But  put  'em  both  together, 

Tliey're  exactly  of  a  size. 


That  ve«i 
ship.  Caugl 
State,  and  t 
drinking)  o 
fierce  winds 
freighted  w 
Many  anch( 
the  good  si 
plars,  Daui 
Inns,  Readii 
in  ordinary 
are  too  she 
enough. 

No  I  witl 
better  is  nei 
and  the  lo 
"Praying  > 
fervent  pra 
holds  1 "  sa; 
God's  powe 
faith  and  v 
"all  things 
will  in  my 
season  ye  si 
is  not  in  va 
ance  Union 
ing  for  the 


nj 


A 


Pl.ATroIlM   PRARI.H. 


Ih  not  tliiH  the  grt>at«wt  piiKzIe, 

Yes,  thu  nioHt  witniiic,  K<^nic, 
That  thiiigR  can  look  ho  difToront, 

And  yet  Ix' jiirt  th»<  Hiinu'? 
That  CliristianH  arp  wn  lM<ndod 

As  never  to  coraparo 
The  license  that  th«'y  sanction 

Witli  the  wliislty  that  they  sliare  I 
Let  UB  leave  the  league  unlioly, 

And  comltat  it  till  it  dies ! 
For,  you  put  'em  l)oth  together, 

They're  exactly  of  a  size. 

—Rev.  P.  J.  Bull. 

30.     A  VKMRL  IN  DANUeR. 

That  vessel  in  danger  is  our  National  Prohibition  Temperance 
ship.  Caught  between  the  teeth  of  the  legalized  rum  traffic  of  the 
State,  and  the  consistent  and  intelligent  temperance  (moderate 
drinking)  of  the  church.  Just  in  the  harbor  of  victory,  the 
fierce  winds  of  opposition  seek  to  drive  this  gallant  bark,  heavily 
freighted  with  the  lives  of  millions,  on  to  the  dreadful  breakers. 
Many  anchors  have  been  cast  out  from  bow  and  stem,  to  hold 
the  good  ship.  Sons  of  Temiierance,  Rechabitea,  Good  Tem- 
plars, Daughters  of  Temperance,  Drunkard's  Pledge,  Holly 
Inns,  Reading  Rooms,  etc. .  etc. ;  all  of  which  were  good  anchors 
in  ordinary  weather,  but  in  the  present  dread  storm  their  cables 
are  too  short,  and  their  "flukes"  don't  bed  in  the  soil  deep 
enough. 

No  I  with  all  these,  the  good  ship  has  drifted.  Something 
better  is  needed  I  What  is  it?  The  single  anchor  of  Prayer, 
and  the  long  cable  of  faith  and  works  in  altemat«  links. 
"Praying  with  all  supplication  in  the  spirit";  "the  effectual 
fervent  prayer";  "  praying  without  ceasing."  "77ia<  anchor 
holds  I "  says  Termyson.  Yes,  it  does :  prayer  takes  hold  on 
God's  power  as  with  the  grip  of  a  giant.  And  the  cable  of 
faith  and  works  is  strong  and  long.  "  Have  faith  in  God  "; 
"  all  things  are  possible  to  him  that  believeth  ";  "  ask  what  ye 
will  in  my  name";  "be  not  weary  in  well-doing,  for  in  due 
season  ye  shall  reap  if  ye  faint  not ";  "  knowing  that  your  labor 
is  not  in  vain  in  the  Lord."  The  Woman's  Christian  Temper- 
ance Union  in  our  land  is  the  call  of  God  to  all  who  are  work- 
ing for  the  deliverance  of  our  country  from  the  curse  of  the 


J 


RKaI 


fM) 


I'LATrOHM  I'RARLfl. 


Hliivcry  of  rum,  to  iicknowlfdno  Tlini  an  the  UwU't  In  thiH  cni- 
Bftch' ;  to  put  no  conlldi-mt'  in  tlio  (l««Hh,  hut  by  prnyrr,  look  for 
wimioni  iiiul  victory  from  llim  ;  to  exiTciHf  HtronK  fiulli,  con- 
tinuouHconliiltMuo.  that  by  HiH  ri^Iit  arm  hIihII  tlu'  ilrMidful 
f(H'  Ik-  ovorthrown  ;  and  to  work  miglitily  in  tlio  Mlrcngth  of 
this  faitli  for  tlic  rloninK  up  of  tin'  IuiIIh  of  di'iitli,  the  wd(M)nM  of 
the  murdcnTH  of  tlu-ir  brothcrH,  and  for  tlio  iH-riH'tual  proliihi- 
tioii  of  th«>  infamoUH  tratlU;.  With  that  anilior,  and  thiH  calilc. 
tlio  Hhip  will  HUind  t\w  Htorm ;  ujion  her  Htrong  Hidt'H  the  <'li'- 
mentH  will  cxIuiUHt  their  rago  in  vain.  ••  We  will  not  fear, 
tho  th«'  «arth  Iw  removed,  and  the  mountainH  Im-  carried  into 
the  inidHt  of  the  Hwi ;  tho  the  waterH  tliereof  roar  and  l)e 
troubled,  tho  the  mountainH  nhako  with  the  Hwelling  thereof. 
Tho  Ix>rd  of  hontn  in  with  U8  ;  the  (Jod  of  Jacob  is  our  refuge." 
The  Hun  Hhall  burnt  forth  in  U'auty  and  glory  over  tho  dark 
abyHH;  the  giKnl  Hhip,  "  PeriM'tual  Prohibition,"  Hpreading  all 
Bail,  fihall  Htand  up  the  harlK>r  of  victory  and  ciwt  her  "head 
lineH"  over  the  pier-head  of  Natioiuil  Etiutnvipaiiim  from  the 
slavery  of  the  rum-i>ower.  —Rev,  Win.  11.  Boole,  D.D. 


37.    FAITH   AND  LIBEIITV    WITH   I.OC'KKD  IIAlNDiX.* 

The  Statue  of  Liberty  at  the  New  York  gates  of  the  tx-ean 
and  the  Statue  of  Faith  on  the  TMyniouth  shore  are  sisters.  I 
never  pass  through  New  York  lIurlK)r  or  visit  Plymouth  Rm-k 
without  seeming  to  hear  the  two  Htatues  converse  with  each 
other.  The  Statue  of  I^iberty  I  always  overhear  repeating 
Webster's  aspiration :  "  Liberty  and  luiion,  now  and  forever, 
one  and  inseiMirable  1 "  And  the  Statue  of  Faith  replies  :  "  Lib- 
erty and  union,  now  and  forever,  one  and  inseparable;  but 
these  are  possible  only  to  a  iHH)ple  whose  God  is  the  Lord." 
And  to-day  I  hear  both  Liberty  and  Faith  uttering  in  unison 
the  words  of  Neal  Dow,  with  which  we  all  agree  and  which, 
Ood  grant,  the  future  may  endorse:  "We  forbid  the  banns 
between  rum,  religion,  atid  jwlftics.  But,  in  the  name  of  CJod 
and  humanity,  we  proclaim  a  union,  holy  and  indissoluble,  of 
affection  as  well  as  of  interest,  between  temperance,  religion, 
and  politics,  of  every  party  and  every  sect." 


Ri 
III 
Ti 

Ai 
Fi 
W 
Ti 
Tl 

W 
A 
Si 
Di 
A 
W 


*  Kfv.  Joseph  Cook's  oration  on  Ncal  Dow  closed  with  this  paB»«K<;  and 
original  [Kicm  written  hy  Mr.  Cook  at  Prohibition  Park  as  the  bulls  of  University 
Temple  were  ringing  for  morning  service. 


A 
Ir 
N 
Ci 
J( 
A 

Tl 
A 
A 
A 
T 
Ii 
N 
H 


Waal,  'Squi 
Rippin"  off  J 
An'  the  eric 
An'  goes  da 
Yer  a  pilin' 


1 


Pl.ATroiiM  Peahi.m. 


M 


r  in  this  cru- 
ij'«'r,  l(M)k  for 
ig  faith,  ciin- 
tlu>  ilreadfiil 
Htrciigtli  iif 

llt>  MllcMJllH  of 

tiial  pr<)liil)i- 
1(1  lliiH  cal)!)', 
lidt'H  tlic  «'li'- 
lill  not  fear, 
lairifil  into 
roar  and  Ik" 
ling  thereof, 
otir  rofuge." 
■er  tho  dark 
prcading  all 
t  her  "head 
'on  fritm  the 
uole,  D.D. 


a  IIAINDH.* 

:)f  the  ocean 
re  HiaterH.  I 
mouth  R<K'k 
le  with  each 
ir  repeating 
md  forever, 
)lies  :  "  Lih- 
arable;  but 
i  the  Lord." 
ig  in  unison 
and  which, 
i  the  banns 
lanie  of  CJod 
issoluble,  of 
ce,  religion, 


lis  pusMK<;  and 
Ig  of  University 


Rapt  vigil  keeping,  day  and  night, 
In  {Hin<)|ily  of  grace  aixl  might. 
Two  Htately  Histcrn  Hoiniin  Htand 
And  guard  u  great  and  gooilly  land  : 
Fair  Faith  on  riymontii'H  nacrcd  Hhoru, 
Where  I'iigrini  ghuwtH  lloat  evermore  ; 
Tall  Litx-rly,  where  ("ommerce  waitM 
Tlie  tideH  of  viwt  Atlantic  gaten. 

Willi  velvet  feet,  the  yearH  go  by, 
Aufl  LilH'rty,  with  torch  on  high, 
Haitli :  "  <  live  me  fnu'ilom,  or  I  die  ! " 
Hut  Faith  iH)intH  upward  with  a  High, 
And  anttwerH  :  "Hallowed  1h>  IHh  Name, 
Who  givcH  to  every  Htar  itH  (lame." 
"  My  torch  illumincH  land  and  wea  ; 
I  lead  the  Hphere,"  Haith  Iiil)erty. 

"Who  lights  your  torch  ?  "  fair  Faith  replicH. 

"  Your  hand  with  mine  lift  to  the  Hkies. 

All  torchen  lit  from  nether  lire 

In  God'H  deep  breathing  numt  expire, 

No  torch  not  liglited  at  tho  Htars 

Can  rule  on  land  or  ocean  bars. 

Join  hands  with  me,  tall  Lilwrty, 

And  HO  shall  we  Ikj  one  and  free," 

The  sisters  join  their  fateful  hands 

Alxive  the  seas  and  severed  lands. 

And  woo  the  world  to  unity  ; 

And  (Jod  fills  all  the  canoi)y  : 

The  blue  (lames  lit  from  nether  fire 

In  Liljcrty's  wild  torch  expire. 

No  winds  can  luench,  no  darkness  mars, 

Her  torch  when  lighted  at  the  stars. 

— Rev.  Joseph  Cook. 

'  38.    A  NERinON  IN  A  8AW-iniIiL. 

Waal,  'Squire,  I  see  yer  runnin'  of  yer  saw-mill  right  along, 
Rippin"  otr  yer  slabs  an'  scantlin'  to  the  same  old  pleasin'  song  ; 
An'  the  crick  still  keeps  a  rushin'  on  the  noisy  water-wheel. 
An'  goes  dancin'  down  the  tail-race  to  a  new  Virginny  reel. 
Yer  a  pilin'  up  yer  lumber,  an'  yer  sawdust,  too,  I  see ; 


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But  the  buzzin'  of  the  saw-mill  is  the  ruin  of  the  tree. 

An'  I'm  goin'  to  preach  a  sermon  while  yer  greasin'  up  tho  cogs, 

For  ter  keep  the  saw  a  runnin'  thro'  yer  old  saw  logs. 

I  have  heerd  yer  say,  frien'  Will'am,  that  this  cruel  liquor  trade 

Is  a  necessary  business,  an'  it  never  can  be  stayed  ; 

But  I'm  here  ter  tell  yer,  Will'am,  that  no  matter  what  yer 

think, 
The  vile  business  can  not  flourish  'ceptin'  some  one  buys  the 

drink. 
An'  as  sartin'  as  you've  got  ter  have  some  logs  ter  run  yer  mill, 
Jes'  so  sartin'  must  these  liquor  men  have  boys  ter  fill  the  till. 
An'  we  bring  the  human  timber,  an'  they  saw  it  up,  yer  see, 
Until  by  an'  by  we're  minus  both  the  timber  and  the  tree  ! 

O,  ther'  is  a  sort  o'  hummin'  which  I  know  yer  loves  to  hear, 
When  the  slabs  are  fallin'  that  way  an'  the  laths  a  pilin'  here. 
When  the  lumber's  movin'  out'ard  an'  the  cash's  a  comin'  in. 
An'  when  everything's  a  prosperin'  an'  times  is  good  ae'in. 
Ah  1  but  when  the  dives  be  hummin'  an'  the  v.'heels  of  sin  go 

round, 
Ther's  a  splendid  lot  of  fellows  that  I  know  are  being  ground. 
You're  a  slashin'  down  the  forest,  but]  they're  sl'ishin'  down 

our  joys. 
An'  the  rushin'  of  the  business  is  the  ruin  of  the  loys. 

O  that  buzzin'  saw  o'  ruin  keejw  a  thrummin'  right  Along. 
It's  a  tearin'  tlu-o'  the  helpless  an'  it's  tearin'  thro'  the  strong. 
An'  the  sawdust  that  is  fallin'  is  the  tears  an'  blood  an'  woe, 
Droppin',  drippin'  in  tlie  waters  that's  a  surgin'  down  below. 
But  the  mill-wheels  still  keep  thrummin',  .-in'  the  slabs  are 

flyin'  free, 
An'  the  dust  of  blood  has  fallen  till  it's  sprinkled  you  an'  me, 
.\n'  our  boys  are  droppin'  deathward  like  yer  forests  on  the 

hills,  ' 

But  we  stiU  keep  up  the  timber  for  the  runnin'  o'  the  mills. 

You  can  saw  yer  logs,  frien' Will'am,  so  that  when  the  work  is 

done 
They  are  worth  far  more  in  money  than  afore  the  work  begun. 
But  for  every  gash  these  liquor  fellows  make  upon  our  boys, 
There's  a  blood-red  gash  o'  ruin  tlu*o'  our  own  domestic  joys. 
An'  we're  all  a  stan'in'  back  of  'em,  an'  helpin'  'em  along, 


An'  a  votin' 
For  I  tell  ye 
When  he  rej 

Yes,  the  par 
An'  the  law 
An'  this  pee 
Takes  the 

Then  all  tht 
An'  the  hon 
But  I  tell  yc 
Is  because  t 

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The  firs 
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un  yer  mill, 
fill  the  till. 
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pilin'  here, 
comin'  in, 
1  ae'in. 
Is  of  sin  go 

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An'  a  votin"  liquor  ballots  to  perpetuate  the  wrong. 
For  I  tell  yer  it's  the  voter  that  manipulates  the  saw. 
When  he  regulates  the  business  with  his  tsix  or  license  law. 

Yes,  the  party  wins  by  voters,  an'  the  winners  make  the  law. 
An'  the  law  is  the  niatliuiery  that  agitates  the  saw. 
An'  this  peerless  Christian  nation,  with  a  heart  as'hard  as  steel, 
Takes  the  dealers'  cash  an'  turns  the  rushin'  water  on  the 

wheel. 
Then  all  the  mills  go  buzzin',  and  the  tears  begin  to  flow. 
An'  the  homes  be,?in  ter  crumble,  an'  the  land  is  full  of  woe. 
But  I  tell  you  all  the  sufferin'  an'  sorrow  that  we  feel, 
Is  because  the  Christian  voter  stands  himself  beside  the  wheel, 

—  Rev.  D.  R.  Miller. 

39.    AN  INIUCTinENT  THAT  STIE.I.  HOIiDS  COOD.* 

The  record  of  the  liquor  business,  the  creed  of  the  brewers, 
the  admissions  of  their  advocates,  show  conclusively  that  the 
dramshop  is  a  bulldozer,  a  rebel,  a  defiant  outlaw,  which  assas- 
sinates business,  character,  or  life,  as  it  may  deem  best,  to  in- 
timidate opposition  and  prevent  investigation  of  its  record  and 
effects.  These  cowards  are  universal  bulldozers.  I  never  knew 
the  liquor  business  to  do  a  manly  thing  in  the  world.  I  never 
knew  it  to  make  a  manly  fight.  I  never  knew  it  to  stand 
squarely  on  an  issue.  Its  whole  defense  is  a  show  of  defiance, 
a  show  of  bravado,  a  show  of  bulldozing,  a  show  of  bragga- 
docio ;  and  when  these  fail  the  defense  is  private,  cowardly  as- 
sassination. What  is  the  first  argument  brought  against  the 
amendment  in  this  State?  "You  cannot  prohibit  the  sale  of 
liquor."  What  does  that  mean  ?  Rebellion. 
'^  —  John  B,  Finch, 


40.    THE  FIRST  DUTY  OF  CITIZENS. 

The  first  duty  of  citizens  m  reference  to  the  liquor  trafliic 
is  to  free  the  country  from  tlfe  political  control  of  the  saloon. 
So  long  as  the  saloon  is  in  power  intemperance  will  run  riot, 
and  wax  daily  more  defiant  and  more  destructive.  Let  your 
vote  be  never  given  to  put  a  liquor  dealer  in  office  ;  it  is  not  to 
be  expected  that  he  will  forget,  in  the  service  of  his  country, 
the  interests  of  his  own  traffic ;  these  will  naturally  be  upper- 
most in  his  own  mind.     Discard  the  saloon  candidate  ;  he  who 

*  From  an  addrege  at  Moore'g  Opera  House,  Des  Moines,  Iowa,  April  83,  1882. 


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will  owe  his  elt'clion  to  tlie  saloon-keej)er  will  retain  kind 
remembrance  of  his  benefactor,  and  serve  him  aa  occasion  may 
offer.  Keep  out  of  ofTice  the  timid  man  who  will  fear  to  do  what 
he  believes  to  be  right  lest  he  ■  lend  the  saloon-keeper.  To 
brave  men  only,  to  men  of  principle  and  conscience,  can  we 
safely  entru.st  the  reins  of  government.  The  first  and  n'.ost 
necessary  step  towards  reform  is  to  reduce  beer  and  wliisky 
men  and  their  friends  to  private  life,  to  wiest  completely  from 
their  hands  the  helm  of  government. 

—  Archbishop  John  Ireland, 


41.    OirR  BENEFICKNT  LIOENSE  LAWS. 

I  took  my  seat  in  church  one  day  to  hear  God's  law  vx- 
iwunded, 
Tlie  i>a8tor  chose  the  eighth  command,  which  says,  "Thou 
shalt  not  steal." 
He  closed  the  Book,  drew  in  liis  breath,  and  on  the  pulpit 
pounded, 
And  said,  "  My  hearers,  I  propose  that  statute  to  repeal. 

"  For  it  is  plain  the  eighth  command  for  us  was  not  intended, 
The  people  now  will  not  endure  prohibitory  laws  ; 

So  it  must  be  repealed  outright,  or  very  much  amended  ; 
At  least  there  ought  to  be  attached  a  heavy  license  clause. 

"  Now  I  have  been  your  pastor  for  ten  long  years  or  more, 
I  have  watched  you  very  closely  (unflagging  is  my  zeal); 

And  four  I  found  there  were  that  lied,  and  six  that  often 
swore, 
But,  worst  of  all,  it  now  appears  that  ten  of  you  will  steal  I 

"What  shall  we  do  to  stop  this  drain  upon  the  congregation? 

My  pay  is  back  a  year  or  two,  the  church  debt's  never  paid  ; 
Suppose  we  license  one  of  these  (who  haa  the  reputation 

Of  being  quite  respectable  while  working  at  his  trade). 

"And  let  him  steal  from   all  who  fall  within  his  lawful 
clutches. 
Provided  ten  per  cent,  of  what  he  steals  from  you  is  given 
To  help  the  church  of  God  along  and  save  pooo  sinful  wretches. 
By   showing    them    the  naiTow  way  that  leads  i^'.-ect  to 
Heaven. 

"  This  will  reduce  the  thieves  to  one.    The  idea  it  is  pleaaing  I 


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The  other  nine  will  Ikj  reclaimed,  your  projierty  protected ; 
The  church  finances  much  improved  by  this  cute  plan  of  leas- 
ing. 
While  all  the  morals  of  the  chiu-ch  will  quickly  be  perfected." 

You  stop  your  ears  and  cry  aloud  in  righteous  indignation, 
To  think  that  man  shouUl  interfere  and  trample  on  God's 
law  ; 
And  substitute,  in  place  thereof,  one  of  his  own  creation. 
As  though  the  Lord  had  made  mistake  and  placed  therein  a 
flaw! 

But  if  it  is  a  righteous  thing  to  license  whisky  selling, 
In  order  to  restrict  the  same  and  lessen  our  taxation. 

Then  show  me,  if  you  can,  the  wrong  this  pastor  did  in  telling 
His  church  to  license  one  to  steal,  to  help  the  congregation ! 

And  if  the  truth  shall  ever  dawn,  upon  this  rum-cursed  nation. 
That  license  laws  do  not  restrict  the  sale  of  liquors  strong ; 

But  only  serve  to  block  the  way  to  full  annihilation, 
Then  tell  me  if  you  think  it  pays  to  compromise  with  wrong ! 

—  Rufua  C,  Landon, 


43.    THE  FORCES  OF  BATTLE. 

Against  any  great  evil  in  a  community  the  forces  are  drawn 
up  in  this  order.  Immediately  confronting  the  evil,  on  the 
very  battle's  edge,  is  a  comparatively  small  company  of  men 
whose  consciences  are  perfectly  clear.  With  them  all  doubt 
and  debate  are  at  an  fnd.  They  have  but  one  cry,  so  intense 
and  relentless  that  it  falls  on  duller  consciences  like  a  storm  of 
hail.  Sin  !  sin  !  sin  !  War  to  the  knife  and  no  quarter.  These 
are  the  radicals,  the  fanatics,  the  cranks,  the  fools,  God's  fools, 
who  "turn  the  world  upside  down," 

Back  of  these  is  the  great  host  of  the  eminently  respectables, 
good  souls,  well  meaning  men  with  half-informed  consciences, 
timid,  conservative,  inclined  to  calmness  and  particularly  given 
to  hard  sense.  Among  them  originate  all  the  compromises,  the 
make-shifts,  the  substitutes,  the  half  measures.  They  love  to 
pass  resolutions,  and  if  they  get  as  far  as  "  ringing  resolutions  " 
they  seem  to  tliink  that  the  walls  of  Jericho  have  forgotten 
their  ancient  manners  if  they  do  not  instantly  fall  flat.  Back 
of  this  half -con  verted  host  stretches  the  great  mass  of  the  indif- 
ferent, shading  off  into  the  blackness  of  darkness  and  the 


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Bhadow  of  death.  This  is  the  order  of  biittle.  Now  comes  the 
process.  The  conscience,  that  Httle  band  of  radicals  and  cranks 
down  at  the  front,  keeps  v.p  an  incessant  racket.  They  rest 
not,  day  nor  night.  They  run  to  and  fro  discussing,  declaring, 
hurling  fire-brands  of  incendiary  literature  right  and  left.  They 
hold  forlorn  little  meetings  in  most  unheard-of  places,  but  nuan- 
age  to  so  stir  things  up  that  their  little  place  becoines  suddenly 
interesting,  as  a  house  afire.  Tliey  define,  explain,  teach, 
exhort.  They  drag  us  poor,  limp  ministers  out  of  our  "splen- 
dioly  null "  pulpits,  and  when  weget  down  into  their  inflamma- 
ble atmosphere,  befc-"  we  know  it  we  have  used  "  injudicious 
language."  And  when  a  minister  reaches  that  point  his  course 
is  rapidly  do'.vnward.  He  is  soon  shouting  and  waving  a  torch 
with  the  worst  of  them.  He  is  at  last  among  the  prophets.  So 
by  degrees  the  conservatives  are  won  over  and  catch  the  divine 
madness  until  conscience  has  an  irresistible  hosl  under  com- 
mand. It  moves  steadily  on  to  the  occupation  of  the  conquered 
territory,  and  then  follow  the  more  peaceful  tasks  of  clarifying 
conviction,  establishing  customs  and  framing  righteous,  efficient 
laws.  What  the  Abolitionist  was  to  slavery,  that  the  Prohi- 
bitionist is  to  strong  drink  — a  sleepless,  remorseless  conscience 
with  a  naked  sword  in  hand,  smiting  in  the  name  of  Ood. 

—Bev.  Dr.  J.  H.  Ecob. 

43.    THE  REFORmiEK.* 

All  grim  and  soiled  and  brown  with  tan, 

I  saw  a  Strong  One,  in  his  wrath. 
Smiting  the  godless  shrines  of  man 
Along  his  path. 

The  Church,  beneath  her  trembling  dome, 

Essayed  in  vain  her  ghostly  charm  : 
Wealth  shook  within  his  gilded  home 
With  strange  alarm. 

Fraud  from  his  secret  chambers  fled 

Before  the  !<unlight  bui-sting  in  : 
Sloth  drew  her  pillow  o'er  her  head 
To  drown  the  din. 

"Spare,"  Art  implored,  "yon  holy  pile  ; 
Tliat  grand,  old,  time-worn  turret  spare"; 


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Meek  Reverence,  kneeling  in  the  aisle, 
Cried  out,  "Forbear!" 

Gray-bearded  Use,  who,  deaf  and  blind. 
Groped  for  his  old  accustomed  stone. 
Leaned  on  his  staff,  and  wept  to  find 
His  seat  o'erthrown. 

Young  Romance  raised  his  dreamy  eyes, 

O'erhung  with  paly  locks  of  gold,— 
"  Why  smite,"  he  asked  in  sad  surprise, 
"The  fair,  the  old?" 

Yet  louder  rang  the  Strong  One's  stroke, 

Yet  nearer  flashed  his  axe's  gleam  ; 
Shuddering  and  sick  of  heart  I  woke, 
As  from  a  dr^im. 

I  looked  :  aside  the  dust-cloud  rolled,— 
The  Waster  seemed  the  Builder  too ; 
Up  springing  from  the  ruined  Old 
I  saw  the  New, 

'Twaa  but  the  ruin  of  the  bad,— 

The  wasting  of  the  wrong  and  ill ; 
Whate'er  of  good  the  old  time  had. 
Was  living  still. 

Calm  grew  the  brows  of  him  I  feared  ; 

The  frown  which  awed  me  passed  away, 
And  left  behind  a  smile  which  cheered 
Like  breaking  day. 

The  grain  grew  green  on  battU^-plains, 

O'er  swarded  war-moimds  grazed  the  cow  ; 
The  slave  stood  forging  from  his  chains 

The  spade  and  plow. 
Through  vine-wreathed  cups  with  wine  once  red. 

The  lights  on  brimming  crystal  fell, 
Drawn,  sparkling,  from  t'  e  rivulet  head 
And  mossy  well. 

Where  the  doomed  victim  in  his  cell 
Had  cx)unted  o'er  the  weary  houra. 
Glad  school-girls,  answering  to  the  bell. 
Came  cro^vnEd  with  flowers. 


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Grown  wiser  for  the  lesson  given, 

I  fear  no  longer,  for  I  know 
Tliat,  where  the  share  is  deepest  driven, 
The  best  fruits  grow. 

The  outworn  rite,  the  old  abuse. 

The  pious  fraud  transparent  grown. 
The  good  held  captive  in  the  use 
Of  wrong  alone, — 

These  wait  their  doom,  from  that  great  law 
Which  makes  the  past  time  serve  to-day ; 
And  fresher  life  the  world  shall  draw 
From  their  decay. 

O,  backward-looking  son  of  time  I 

The  new  is  old,  the  old  is  new. 
The  cycle  of  a  change  sublime 

Still  sweeping  through. 

Take  neart !  the  Waster  builds  again,— 

A  charmed  life  old  Goodness  hath  ; 
The  tares  may  perish, —  but  the  grain 
Is  not  for  death. 

God  works  in  all  things ;  all  obey 

His  first  propulsion  from  the  night : 
Wake  thou  and  watch  I  —  the  world  is  gray 
With  morning  light  1 

—  J.  G.  Whittier. 


44.     AN   UNPORTUNATK  TREIiLIS. 

Beyond  any  question  the  present  effrontery  and  powor  of 
the  saloon  are  due  to  the  license  laws. 

At  my  old  home  a  vine  of  bitter-sweet  came  up  at  the  root 
of  a  fine  yoimg  elm  tree.  It  was  a  pretty,  delicate,  twining 
thing,  and  I  turned  it  so  it  might  climb  the  tree.  It  did  climb 
in  graceful  spiral  rings  to  the  very  top,  and  the  tree  was  beauti- 
ful. The  long  tendrils  of  the  vine  hung  down  on  every  side. 
I  pinched  off  the  tender  shoots  as  they  multiplied  so  as  to  ob- 
struct the  path,  and  the  more  I  did  so  the  stronger  grew  the 
trunk  coils.  I  planted  vines  by  all  my  young  trees  ;  it  made 
them  look  so  brave  and  lively.  I  thought, ' '  How  strange  nature 
has  not  planted  vines  and  trees  in  pairs  I "    I  have  seen  "  why  " 


recently.  1 
bedded  in  i 
Btricting  co 
lie  —  guilelt 
yeai's — stai 
the  deadly 
but  alive,  t 
hand,  tho  a 
palm ;  the ' 
People's  Soi 
and  the  Sot 
the  Prohib 
"  the  swore 
the  hilt, 
upon  it,  "< 
calibm* !  C 
set  this  nal 
It  is  no 
union  of  th 


45.    RBI 

In  ever 
each  indivi 
which  he  1: 
neglect  of  > 
lie  sentime 
the  commi 
channel  fo 
is  a  matte 
spectable  c 
set  you  fre 
and  the  mi 
iiig  man  ir 
of  liis  reasi 
commonw 
If  his  indi' 
aggi'ession 
bound  to  r 
ject  to  the 
ual.    If  th 


Platfokm  Pkaklb. 


fiQ 


Whittier, 


i  powor  of 

at  the  root 
te,  twining 
t  did  climb 
was  beauti- 
every  side, 
o  as  to  ob- 
r  grew  the 
s ;  it  made 
luge  nature 
nen  "why" 


recently.  My  beautiful  elm  is  a  dead  stalk,  with  the  vine  em- 
bedded in  its  body,  itself  spiral  now,  conformed  to  the  con- 
stricting cord  of  the  beautiful  thug.  So  the  Christian  Repub- 
lic—guileless, devoted  trellis  of  the  liquor  traffic  for  so  many 
yeais— stands  all  deformed  and  corkscrew-shaped  to-day,  in 
the  deadly  spiral  of  commercial  and  political  whisky  rings ; 
but  alive,  thank  God !  and  still  powerful,  for  her  good  right 
hand,  tho  atrophied  by  long  disuse,  is  free.  The  Church  is  its 
palm ;  the  Women's  Christian  Temperance  Union,  the  Young 
People's  Societies  of  Christian  Endeavor,  the  Salvation  Army, 
and  the  Society  for  the  Prevention  of  Crime  are  the  fingers,  and 
the  Proliibition  Party  the  thumb.  I  see  it  reaching  out  for 
"  the  sword  of  the  Lord  and  of  Gideon."  I  see  it  closing  on 
the  hilt.  I  see  the  blade  poised  aloft,  all  gleaming.  I  read 
upon  it,  "Gideon,'-  "Washington,"  "Grant."  O  strike,  Ex- 
caUbm- !  Cleave  to  the  marrow  the  murderous  parasite,  and 
set  this  nation  free  ! 

It  is  not  the  union  of  Church  and  State  I  advocate,  but 
union  of  the  Church  to  save  the  State, 

—  John  O,  Woolley. 


46.    RKSPONSIBIlblTY   OF  INDIVIDVAIi  VOTERS. 

In  every  reform  from  intemperance,  from  vice,  from  crime, 
each  individual  citizen  is  responsible  to  the  degi-ee  of  influence 
which  he  has,  and  if  he  does  not  exert  it  he  is  responsible  for  a 
neglect  of  duty,  a  binding  duty.  He  is  bound  to  create  a  pub- 
lic sentiment  that  shall  work  for  virtue.  He  is  bound  to  drain 
the  commimity  of  all  those  evils  that  run  together  and  form  a 
channel  for  vice  and  crime.  It  is  not  a  matter  of  election ;  it 
is  a  matter  of  obligation,  and  because  there  are  the  most  re- 
spectable classes  in  the  community  that  don't  do  it,  it  doesn't 
set  you  free.  Because  the  man  of  riches  and  the  man  of  power 
and  the  man  of  standing  in  society  don't  do  it,  the  poorest  labor- 
ing man  in  the  community  if  he  does  not,  under  the  direction 
of  his  reason  and  conscience,  labor  for  the  purification  of  the 
commonwealth,  he  is  responsible  to  God.  He  is  bound  to  do  it. 
If  his  individuality  on  the  one  side  has  shielded  him  against 
aggi'ession,  it  brings  with  it  also  certain  obligations,  and  he  is 
bound  to  meet  them.  All  parties  hold  their  members  only  sub- 
ject to  the  corrected  judgment  and  moral  sense  of  the  individ- 
ual.   If  they  go  with  their  party  on  the  general  ground  that  it 


so 


Platform  Pkaklh. 


is  going  light  aiid  in  doing  right,  an  far  as  tho  limitation  of  hu- 
man ignorance  and  human  jiower  are  concerned  traveling  in 
the  right  direction,  although  with  many  imperfect  steps  and 
many  imperfect  elements,  he  may  justly  ^.o  on  with  it ;  but  it 
he  is  committed,  as  were  the  parties  of  slavery,  to  so  atroci.Mis 
a  wrong  as  tliat  which  violated  the  fundamental  rights  of  the 
whole  human  family,  a  man  is  bound  to  fight  the  party,  in  it 
and  out  of  it ;  in  it  by  correction,  out  of  it  by  protest  and  oppo- 
sition. And  merely  because  he  can  say  "  The  party  did  it,  I 
did  not,"  he  is  not  relieved  of  responsibility.  Inasmuch  as  you 
knew  what  was  right  and  did  not  do  it.  so  much  you  are  in- 
volved in  the  guilt ;  and  there  was  a  great  deal  of  guilt.  The 
church  itself  was  involved  in  the  same  —  dumb  pulpits,  uncir- 
culated Bibles,  a  corrupt  and  vicious  public  sentiment. 

—  Henry  Ward  Beecher. 


Well,  tv 
"All  I 


46.    TWISTING  AND  TURNING. 

It  wafl  only  a  sign  on  a  countrymen's  shop, 
Standing  out  in  bold  lettert   uneven  and  queer, 

But  I  read  and  reread,  as  I  came  to  a  stop, 
"All  kinds  of  twisting  and  tiUTiing  done  here." 

Now  this  man  of  the  shop  was  a  turner  by  trade, 
And  his  ladles  and  butter-bowls  sold  far  and  uear. 

But  his  sign's  in  demand  farther  yet,  I'm  afraid, 
"All  kinds  of  twisting  and  turning  done  here." 

There  is  that  big  convention  that  planes  off  its  planks 
To  please  both  church  members  and  brewers  of  beer, 

In  order  to  hold  every  sort  iu  its  ranks, 
"All  kinds  of  twisting  and  turning  done  here." 

There's  the  State  Legislature,  and  Ck>ngi-e8B  no  le^s, 

With  higher  officials  in  places  so  dear. 
They  are  just  covered  up  with  this  flag  of  distress, 

"All  kinds  of  twisting  and  turning  done  here." 

There  are  even  Church  papers,  and  ministers,  too. 
Who  try  on  two  horses  to  ride  and  to  steer ; 

'Twixt  gospel  and  license  they've  all  they  can  do, 
"All  kinds  of  twisting  and  turning  done  here." 

I  see  some  are  twisting  and  turning  to-night. 
Because  of  God's  message,  so  loud  and  so  clear ; 


Platkohm  Feahlh. 


61 


tatioa  of  hu- 
travoling  in 
ct  Rteps  and 
ith  it ;  but  ii 
BO  atrooi>Mi8 
rights  of  the 
I  party,  in  it 
flt  and  oppo- 
u-ty  did  it,  I 
much  as  you 
1  you  are  in- 
guilt.  The 
ilpits,  uncir- 
ent. 
i  Beecher. 


er, 


le, 

near, 

i, 

planks 
of  beer, 


le^, 

ess, 
)j 

oo, 
lo, 

ar; 


Well,  twist  from  old  parties,  and  turn  to  the  right  I 
"All  kinds  of  twisting  and  turning  done  here." 

—Rev.  P.  J.  Bull. 

41.    VOTINO   VH.   RE80LVIN4;. 

King  Alcohol's  vanquished  ; 

The  Church  has  decreed  it ; 
Tlien  let  us  rejoice 

Ar.^  be  glad  when  we  read  it. 
They've  resolved  and  whereas'd 

That  the  traffic  must  go, 
In  language  so  plain 

Tliat  a  fool  ought  to  know. 

"  It  can  not  be  licensed," 

They  say,  "  without  sin  "; 
Why,  friendly  old  chestnut. 

Come,  where  have  you  been ; 
And  "  where  were  you  at " 

In  the  conflict  last  fall? 
I  really  don't  think 

That  you  voted  at  all. 

If  you  did,  did  you  vote 

As  you've  just  resoluted? 
Now  figures  won't  lie 

If  rightly  computed. 
Say,  what  was  the  number 

Of  votes  you  recorded 
Against  tliis  great  monster. 

So  remorseless  and  sordid  ? 

I've  seen  an  old  scarecrow 

Standing  out  in  the  field ; 
It  became  so  familiar 

That  no  power  it  could  wield 
To  frighten  the  birds 

That  ca,me  every  morn. 
And  from  under  its  nose 

Took  the  farmer's  good  com. 

But  the  farmer  came  out. 

You  could  see  he  was  "  hot," 
And  with  an  old  gun 


1'L.ATirUHM  I'KAULti. 


Filled  the  l)ir(lH  full  of  hIidI. 
The  birds  then  decided 

To  have  nothing  to  do 
With  the  huHiness-like  end 

Of  tluvt  living  Hcurecrow. 

Yotir  resolvcH  are  the  HcariKTow, 

The  old  parties  the  birdH  ; 
TIh  but  little  tliey  care 

For  your  empty,  wise  wordH. 
They  feel  very  certain 

You  will  do  nothing  niHh, 
But  will  vote  at  the  crack 

Of  the  old  party  lash. 

And  you  are  the  farmer, 

The  hand  is  the  gun ; 
The  ballot's  the  shot 

That  will  "  make  things  hum." 
A  vote  will  weigli  more 

When  cast  for  the  right, 
Than  all  the  resoh  as 

You  could  make  in  a  night. 

—  J  W  Eowe. 


48.    SIX  BOYS. 

We  all  went  to  school  together  in  the  old  brick  academy  in 
a  country  town,  years  ago. 

We  grew  up,  separated,  went  our  different  life  roads. 

But  I  have  been  meeting  my  old  schoolmates  lately,  and  it 
is  strange  how  the  whisky  curse  has  divided  the  six. 

I  stood  not  long  ago  on  the  platform  of  the  chapel  in  a  peni- 
tentiary to  talk  to  the  prisoners.  On  the  front  bench,  in  spite 
of  his  stripes,  his  close-cut  hair,  his  prison  pallor,  I  recognized 
one  of  the  six.    We  used  to  occupy  the  same  desk  at  school. 

He  was  a  prisoner  for  life,  and  was  drunk  when  the  murder 
was  committed. 

Picking  up  the  paper  one  morning  I  noticed  that  a  tramp 
had  been  pushed  from  a  train  on  one  of  our  railroads,  had 
fallen  under  the  wheels,  his  right  arm  crushed,  and  that  the 
surgeon  at  the  hospital  had  amputated  it  at  the  shoulder. 
Recognizing  the  name  I  went  down  to  the  hospital  and  found 


in  one  of  the 
Hchoolmate. 

I  tried  to  t 

ten.    I  telegri 

on  to  the  city, 

a  good  suit  of 

you  live  you  ( 

nut  want  for  i 

He  stayed 

to-day  a  misei 

drifting  towai 

There  was 

school,  sunshi 

t4)  be  a  wild,  i 

he  had  reforn 

I  heard  hii 

to  him. 

I  said  :  "  i 

"  No,"  he  I 

A  few  moi 

Again  I  n 

worker. 

I  said  inn 

Ala8 1    No 

My  friend 

He  Iui4  some 

and  mother. 

train.    He  wi 

said :  "Are  j 

Belf  somecimt 

me.    Suppos( 

Hoid  my  frie: 

stuff  again." 

The  man 

whisky  in  thi 

under  his  not 

The  old  de 

he  swallowec 

It  was  Ilk 

At  the  ni 


I'LATruHM  I'KAIll^. 


IVt 


V  Rowe. 


icademy  in 

)ails. 

tely,  and  it 

1  in  a  peni- 
:h,  in  spite 
rwognized 
;  school, 
she  murder 

it  a  tramp 
Iroads,  had 
d  that  the 
i  shoulder, 
and  found 


In  onu  uf  the  wardH  a  mlBerablc  one-armed  tramp  — my  old 
schoolmate. 

I  tritnl  to  talk  to  him,  to  pray  with  hini  ;  he  would  not  liw- 
ten.  I  telegraphed  hin  brother,  a  well-to-do  fanner.  He  came 
on  to  the  city,  t(x>k  the  ixx)r  fellow  home  with  him,  Rave  him 
a  good  suit  of  clotheH  and  said  to  him  :  "  Brother,  an  Umg  a^^ 
you  live  you  c4in  have  a  good  home  here  with  me.  You  shall 
not  want  for  anything,  but  you  must  not  go  to  the  city." 

He  Btaye<l  there  three  days,  and  then  wandered  off.  He  la 
to-day  a  miserable,  one-armed  bloated  wretch,  a  whisky  tramp, 
drifting  toward  a  drunkard's  grave. 

There  wan  another,  a  bright  boy  full  of  life,  the  wit  of  the 
school,  sunshiny,  bubbling  over  with  laughter.  He  grew  up 
to  be  a  wild,  drinking  young  man,  but  later  on  I  learned  that 
he  had  reformed  and  was  in  the  temperance  work. 

I  heard  him  one  night,  and  went  on  the  platform  to  speak 
to  him. 

I  said  :  "  Are  you  a  Christian  ?  " 
"  No,"  he  said,  "but  I  am  not  afraid  of  whisky." 
A  few  months  afterward  I  heard  of  his  conversion. 
Again  I  met  him,  an  earnest,  active,  intelligent  Giristian 
worker. 

I  said  in  my  heart :  "  My  friend  is  safe." 
Alas !  No  man  is  safe  in  a  land  where  whisky  is  sold. 
My  friend  had  been  working  as  an  evangelist  in  the  West. 
He  had  some  money,  and  he  started  home  to  visit  his  old  father 
and  mother.  He  was  within  twenty  miles  of  home,  on  the 
train.  He  was  taken  sick.  A  gentleman  in  the  seat  with  him 
said:  "  Are  you  sick  ?  "  "Yes."  "lam  taken  that  way  my- 
self somecimes,  and  I  always  carry  a  little  good  whisky  with 
me.  Suppose  you  take  a  little ;  it  will  do  you  good."  "  No," 
said  my  friend ;  "  I  used  to  drink,  and  will  never  touch  the 
stuff  again." 

The  man  got  up,  went  to  the  water  cooler,  poured  a  little 
whisky  in  the  glass  and  brought  it  to  my  friend.  He  held  it 
under  his  nose  and  said  :  "  Don't  be  a  fool ;  drink  it." 

The  old  devil  in  my  friend  jumped  at  the  bait.  Very  eagerly 
he  swallowed  the  poison. 

It  was  like  putting  a  spark  in  an  open  keg  of  powder. 

At  the  next  station  my  friend  got  off,  eight  miles  from 


«M 


rLATFUHM   I'KAIILII. 


home.  II*«  Hluyi'il  tlii-ro  In  a  Hnlnnn  tintil,  cnirt'd  by  dolirintn 
tronu'nH,  the  HiiliK>ii-k(>c|M>r  Hcnt  liiin  t<>  a  liotol. 

II<>  w««  pill  in  a  Hwoiul-Htory  coriior  rcKmi  luul  Horvod  with 
nil  tlu<  wliJHky  lio  wiiiiti'd,  for  lio  Htill  had  boiuo  money.  O  u' 
day  the  delirium  devilH  oiiiuuMl  him  to  the  window,  out  of  the 
window  headlong  down  on  tlio  Hharp  palinKH. 

Tliey  found  him  there,  hruiHed,  bleeding— d»'ad. 

M'ithin  eight  milen  of  home  ! 

At  the  next  station  liis  old  father  hatl  waited  every  day  for 
hia  l)oy. 

He  sold  :  "  He  will  come  to-morrow." 

And  to-morrow  came  at  la^tt,  and  a  rough  wooden  box  was 
pushed  out  on  the  platform, 

Tlie  father  hhw  his  son's  name  on  it.  He  had  the  box 
opened,  and  he  found  all  that  remained  of  liis  only  son. 

So  three  of  ray  old  schoolmates  went  the  downward  way  of 
death. 

One  in  the  penitentiary  for  life ;  cause,  whisky. 

One  a  wanderer  on  the  face  of  the  earth  ;  cause,  whisky. 

One  gone  to  a  drunkard's  eternity  ;  cause,  wliisky. 

Now  for  the  brighter  side. 

Not  long  ago  I  looked  down  from  the  gallery  of  the  House 
of  Representatives  upon  a  session  of  Congress. 

At  hia  desk  I  noticed  a  man  whose  name  is  known  all  over 
the  Union. 

The  breath  of  suspicion  has  never  touched  him. 

He  is  without  fear,  without  reproach  —an  active  Christian 
worker. 

Another  one  of  my  schoolmate. 

One  Sabbath  morning  I  entered  a  church  in  a  little  Virginia 
town,  and  had  the  pleasure  of  hearing  another  one  of  my  old 
schoolmates  preach. 

The  sixth  one  of  the  boys  is  myself,  a  sinner  saved  by  grace, 
living  in  the  sunshine,  trying  to  make  the  world  brighter,  hap- 
pier, better. 

Here  are  the  other  three : 

One  an  honored  Congressman ;  cause,  cold  water. 

One  a  minister  of  the  Gospel ;  cause,  cold  water. 

One  A  Worker  for  the  Right. 

—  A.  W.  Hawks. 


Peti 
11 

Milt 
A 

I'et 

ft 

Wli 

N 

Cal 
I 

Ser 

\ 

liOl 

I 

Cot 
t 

Stfl 

\V1 

Wl 

1 

No 

( 

W 

Nc 

1 

Be 

So 

I 

Sli 


by  doltrinni 

Horvcd  with 
lont'y.  O  w 
',  out  of  the 

I. 

ery  day  for 


len  box  was 

ad  the  box 

son. 

vard  way  of 

,  whisky. 
'7- 


f  the  House 
wn  all  over 

re  Christian 


tie  Virginia 
B  of  my  old 

id  by  grace, 
ighter,  hap- 


r. 

FEE  RlOHT. 

,  Hawks. 


Pl.ATFOBM   I'KARI^. 


m 


40.    "  I'KKD  mv  NIIKKIV 
Pater  tho  fiHlicriiiiki)  loilH  nil  iiiKlit, 

He  and  liiw  follows  toil  in  viiin  ; 
Dut  lo!  H  word  in  tlio  niorninK  HkIiI, 

And  at  loaded  net«  they  tup;  and  Htrain. 

iN'ter  tin-  flHlicrinan  rr'wn  aloud, 

"  It  iH  thi'  l^ird  !  "  and  HjirinnH  to  the  Hlioie  ; 
What  am  IiIh  nt'tn  and  tlii>  lliiny  f-rovvd  ? 

Naught  rcckH  he  of  thf  plentiful  Htore. 

Calmly  the  Ixird  prepareH  the  fea«t ; 

Down  on  the  shore  they  hreiik  the  breail ; 
Hervetl  by  hands  from  the  itomh  released, 

Never  sueh  viands  as  these  outspread. 

Eager  Peter,  his  heart  t)n  lire 

With  a  miiij^led  tumult  of  love  and  shame, 
Longs  to  utter  his  strong  desire. 

Longs  to  honor  the  blesswl  Name. 

C;ould  he  but  do  some  wonderful  deed. 

Give  his  life  as  an  offering  free, 
Ktand  once  more  in  an  hour  of  need  ! 

Questions  the  Master,  "  Lovest  thou  meV" 

What  shall  he  do?    The  Master's  word. 
That  could  awe  to  quiet  the  stormy  deej) 

When  all  its  passionate  waves  were  stirred, 
Answ.iH  him  (piietly,  "  Feed  my  sheep." 

Nothing  great  for  I'eter  to  do  ; 

Only  to  follow,  by  night  and  day. 
Where  pitfalls  are  many  and  shepherds  few, 

Seeking  the  sheep  that  go  astray. 

Not  with  the  ninety  and  nine  to  rest, 

But  to  walk  alone  in  desert  ways. 
Bearing  the  wounded,  the  weak,  on  his  breast, 

With  none  to  aid  him,  with  none  to  praise. 

So,  O  Lord,  from  Galilee's  shore, 

C!omes  thy  word  as  it  came  of  old  : 
Show  us  how  we  may  serve  thee  more. 

Loving  and  seeking  the  lost  from  thy  fold. 

—  B.  E.  S.,  in  "  Golden  Rule." 


Platform  Pearls. 


SO.    WHAT  J.  m.   B.  THINKS. 

Methodis'  women  air  not  very  bad, 

Their  virtues  he'd  not  for  one  moment  despise, 
Tlie  blessin's  the  church  in  the  past's  frum  them  hed 
Reely  brings  the  tears  to  his  eyes ; 
But  J.  M.  B., 
(Conservative,  he 
Sez  we  can't  go  to  Gineral  C. 

I  s'pose  that  settles  it ;  orter,  indeed, 

Purvided  assertion  is  better'n  proof ; 
If  only  each  vot«r  to  lum  would  give  heed 
This  troublesome  question  would  soon  keep  aloof ; 
ForJ.  M.  B., 
Conservative,  he 
Sez  we  musn't  go  to  Ginoral  C. 

Why  ?    Thet's  a  sticker  ;  as  near's  I  can  tell 

Because  we've  dun  so  well  in  the  past ; 
It's  true  thet  logic  don't  seem  to  fit  well, 
But  thet's  our  fault,  not  his'n  at  the  last ; 
For  J.  M.  B., 
Conservative,  he 
Sez  it's  as  plain  as  A,  B,  C. 

The  church  hes  heaped  blessin's  all  over  our  ways  ; 

We've  bin  let  speak  in  meetin',  and  raise  money,  too ; 
We've  c'lected  the  salary  on  warm  and  cold  days. 
Washed  dishes  at  socials  and  cushioned  the  pews ; 
And  J.  M.  B., 
Conservative,  he 
Sez,  if  we  ain't  satisfied  now,  wen  will  we  be  ? 

It's  true  we've  done  all  them  things  well. 

An'  they'd  sort  uv  miss  us  ef  we  should  step  out ; 
But  then,  you  nf  ver  kin  reely  tell 
In  any  new  movement,  what  may  come  about ; 
And  J.  M.  B., 
Conservative,  he 
Sez,  it'  r '.  dangerous  experiment  for  we  I 

My  I  how  thet  frightens  us  !    S'posin'  it's  true, 

Jist  s'posin'  we  git  on  the  conference  floor 
An'  all  our  sweet  graces  jist  melt  like  the  dew, 


Till  we 


Thinks 

Better  no 
An'  wo 

No  matte 
An'  we 


Sez  the 

It's  true 
A  hear 

An'  the  ( 
Uv  he' 


Seztb 

It's  true 
It  doei 

Thet  we 
Andr 


Sez  tl 

We've  6 
Thet 

"Breth 
There 


SezG 

It's  tru 
'Boui 

Till  yoi 
Tbet 


Sez, 


Platkorm  Pearls. 


67 


1  lied 


oof; 


7b; 
ey.too; 

■8, 

IW8 ; 


ut ; 


Till  we  git  cuttin'  up,  like  our  brethren  before ! 

For  J.  M.  B  , 

ConBcrvative,  ho 
Thinks  thet's  the  use  of  Gineral  C. 

Better  not  resk  it ;  fur  better  stay  hum 

An'  work  fur  the  church  in  the  orthodox  way  ; 
No  matter  ef  't  does  seem  a  trifle  humdrum 
An'  wen  things  go  wrong,  we  would  like  our  say ; 
Mind,  J.  M.  B., 
Conservative,  he 
Sez  thet  there  is  an  awful  idee  ! 

It's  true  thet  we  sorter  remember,  you  know, 

A  hearin"  thet  kind  uv  logic  before,  ^  .     ,, 

An'  the  church,  sumhow,  seems  tohev  weathered  the  blow 
Uv  hevin'  lay  delegates  onto  its  floor. 
But  J.  M.  B., 

Conservative,  he  * 

Sez  thet  there  argyment  don't  hit  we. 
It's  true,  wen  you  give  your  mind  to  the  thing, 

It  does  seem  a  trifle  onreasonable,  too, 
Thet  we'll  git  to  be  bishops,  all  in  one  spring, 
And  remand  man  ministers  back  to  the  pew  ; 
But  J.  M.  B., 
Conservative,  he 
Sez  thet  ther's  the  very  idee. 
We've  sorter  suspicioned  all  through  the  years,  ^^ 

Thet  the  question  wus  much  like  the  "  Heathen  Chmee  ; 
"  Brethren,  gird  on  your  armor,  give  wings  to  your  fears ; 
There  only  air  places  enough  for  we !" 
AndJ.  M.  B., 
Conservative,  he 
Sez  God  meant  men  to  boss  the  Gineral  C. 

It's  true  there  has  been  a  lot  other  talk, 

'Bout  Mary  an'  Martha,  an'  'bout  Phoebe,  too; 
Till  you  really  would  think,  ef  you  dared  to  take  stoci, 
Thet  we  might  be  trusted  outside  uv  the  pew ; 
But  J.  M.  B., 

Consprvafive,  he  ^^ 

Sez,  "they  didn't  ^now  everything  down  in  Judee. 


«8 


Platform  Pearls. 


Wall !  we  must  settle  it,  trustin'  the  Lord  ; 

Somehow,  we've  not  lost  faith  in  His  might 
Who  ruleth  men's  hearts,  and  by  whose  spoken  word, 
All  darkness  shall  yet  give  place  to  the  light. 
Yes.  .T.  M.  B., 
Conservative,  he 
May  find  God  rules, —  even  Gineral  C. 

—  Katharine  Lente  Stevenson. 


51.    DREAmiNfti  AND   WAKING. 

Beside  the  road  I  dreamed  of  Heaven  ; 

I  heard  its  far-off  fountains  play  ; 
I  heard  the  song  of  souls  forgiven, 

Like  birds  that  chant  the  birth  of  day. 
I  dreamed  I  saw  an  angel  come 
Down  from  those  heights  to  lead  me  home. 

His  eyes  were  kind;  liis  robes  dropped  dew 
And  fragrance  of  that  unknown  land. 

He  spoke,  but  in  no  tongue  I  knew  — 
No  language  I  could  understand  : 

And  with  a  glance  of  pitying  pain 

He  turned  him  back  to  Heaven  again. 

A  pilgrim  passed.     "And  didst  thou  hear," 
I  asked  him,  "  what  the  angel  said?  " 

Whispered  the  traveler  in  my  ear. 
Ere  onward  int»  light  he  sped, 

"  I  heard  the  angel  sigh,  '  Not  yet ; 

This  soul  knows  not  love's  alphabet.' 

"  Oh,  comrade  mine,  thou  dreamest  in  vain 
Of  Heaven,  if  here  ihou  hast  not  found. 

In  soothing  human  grief  and  pain, 
Tliat  earth  itself  is  holy  ground. 

Unpractised  in  love's  idioms  now, 

A  foreigner  to  Heaven  art  thou. 

"Cold  wouldst  thou  walk,  and  blind,  and  dumb, 

Among  those  flaming  hosts  above, 
A  homesick  alien ;  for  the  sum 

Of  all  their  thoughts  and  deeds  is  love. 
And  they  who  leave  not  self  behind. 
No  Heaven  in  Heaven  itself  can  find. 


"Rej( 
Ali 

Go,  r( 
Go 

Of  Ch 

Thyli 

Hook 
Of] 

I  saw 
Not 

Could 

Such 

Hew 

Asl 
Thror 

Ab 
S\eei 
I  hea: 

"COE 

An 
MyK 

I  si 
Thes« 
Tliyi 


The  Pro 

or  evanesc( 
stood  the  si 
sentation,  s 
p;  owth.  I 
rocket  to  fi 
ground,  ke 
wa  ',  Th( 
exhibits  is 
a  political ; 
individual, 
to  a  politic 
will  steal. 


Platkorm  Pearls. 


m 


evenaon. 


10, 


"  Rejoice  that  with  the  sons  of  men 

A  little  while  thou  lingerest  yet. 
Gk),  read  thy  Book  of  Life  again  ; 

Go  back  and  learn  Love's  alphabet 
Of  Christ  the  Master.  He  will  teach 
Thy  lips  to  shape  the  heavenly  speech." 

I  looked  within  ;  a  dreary  scroll 

Of  loveless,  dull,  self-binded  days, 
I  saw  my  humbled  Past  unroll. 

Not  even  my  fellow-pilgrim's  gaze 
Could  I  uplift  my  eyes  to  meet, 
Such  glory  played  around  his  feet ! 

He  went  his  way.    I  turned  again. 

Ashamed  and  weeping,  to  the  road 
Thronged  by  the  suffering  sons  of  men, 

A  beckoning  Face  among  them  glowed, 
S\eeter  Uian  all  the  harps  of  Heaven 
I  heard  a  voice :  "  Thou  art  forgiven  ! " 

"Come  follow  Me,  and  learn  of  Me, 

And  I  will  teach  thee  how  to  love." 
My  Master !  now  I  turn  to  Thee ; 

I  sigh  not  for  a  Heaven  above. 
These  human  souls  are  angels  bright ; 
Thy  presence  here  is  Heaven's  own  light ! 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 


52.    NOT  A  mUSHaOOM  PARTY. 

The  Prohibition  party  is  not  a  party  of  mushroom  growth 
or  evanescent  existence.  For  twenty-one  years  it  has  with- 
stood the  storms  of  abuse,  vilification,  and  malicious  misrepre- 
sentation, and  in  spite  of  these  has  had  a  steady  and  substantial 
p;  owth.  It  has  beheld  other  parties  rise,  flash  past  it  like  a 
rocket  to  fame  and  disappeai-  like  a  stick.  But  it  has  held  'ts 
ground,  kept  true  to  its  principles,  and  moved  faithfully  oi. 
wa  '.  The  power  of  its  cohesion  and  the  vitality  which  it 
exhibits  is  due  to  the  fact  that  it  applies  to  the  government  of 
a  political  party  the  same  law  of  conscience  which  governs  the 
individual.  Is  it  wrong  to  steal?  Then  it  is  wrong  to  belong 
to  a  political  party  or  any  other  combination  of  individuals  that 
will  steal.    It  is  wrong  for  the  individual  to  oppress  the  poor 


If 


70 


PLATF0I'«  PKARr.S. 


by  establishing  monopolies  and  trusts  ?  Then  it  is  wrong  for 
liim  to  belong  to  a  i>olitical  pai'ty  that  by  its  legislation  estab- 
lishes and  protects  oppressive  monopolies  and  trusts.  Is  it 
wrong  for  the  individual  to  run  a  saloon  ?  Then  it  is  just  Ro 
wrong  for  him  to  cast  his  ballot  with  a  party  that  makes  laws 
which  legalize,  protect,  and  perpetuate  the  saloon.  Because  of 
the  application  of  conscience  to  politics,  ihe  Prohibition  party 
becomes  an  indestract'ble  force,  until  thi  wrongs  in  govern- 
ment, which  made  its  organization  necessary,  have  been  over- 
thrown. —J,  J,  Ashenhurst. 


as.    A  BA.TTI.S:  RAI.I.Y. 

■  Abolition  had  its  martyrs. 

Men  who  dared  to  do  ot  die, 
Freely  giving  voice  and  life-blood 

To  the  slaves'  despairing  cry. 

Lovejoy,  in  his  gory  giirments, 
Roused  the  Northern  sense  of  right ; 

John  Brown,  swinging  on  tlie  scaifold, 
Nerved  her  legions  in  the  fight. 

Prohibition  has  its  marcvrs. 

Men  of  equal  strength  and  truth, 
Who  have  kept  its  banner  flying 

In  its  weaknes.s  and  its  youth. 

Gambrell,  Haddock,  JiDffett,  fallen  ! 

But  their  blood  for  vtin}.';eance  cries 
'Gainst  the  gory-taloned  dragon 

That  all  righteousness  defies. 

Shall  we  ever  wait  or  falter 

Wliile  the  cause  for  action  lives  ; 
While  the  martyr  meekly  dying, 

Life  to  Prohibition  gives  ? 

No  I  the  cause  of  Grod  is  with  us 

And  liis  truth  shall  -^'in  the  day  ; 
Hear  we  mutterings  in  the  present 

Of  the  future's  fearful  fray. 

—  George  A.  Finli. 


A  very  T« 

On  a  k 
They  bea 

With  I 
Then  a  s 

It  mue 
But  I  vo 

If  by  I 

Thensac 

Sadly 
WiLh  th 

Went 
He  start 

Till  le 
Of  robb( 

With 

As  the  ^ 
Heca 

"You'v 
And! 

"  Yes,  ] 

Cried 
"  You  8 

He  w 
"  Oh,  n 

"Itb 
Come  li 

Hew 

And  all 

Shon 
And  th 

Why 
Then  tl 

And 
"I'vel 

If  I'c 

"Thesi 
That 


Platform  Peabls. 


71 


wrong  for 
tion  estab- 
ists.  Is  it 
t  ia  just  Co 
lakes  laws 
Because  of 
ition  party 
in  govem- 
been  over- 
enhurst. 


I.  Fish. 


54.    THE  SAItlE  OLD  SWING. 

A  very  wise  man  once  fell  among  thieves, 

On  a  lone,  dark  way  as  he  rode  to  town  ; 
They  beat  him  and  robbed  him  and  sent  him  adrift, 

With  nothing  left  save  his  steed  and  gown. 
Then  a  stranger  rode  near,—  "  Sweet  friend,  dear  friend ! 

It  must  give  you  a  pain  to  be  treated  so  : 
But  I  vow  you  a  straight,  smooth  ride  to  town, 

If  by  my  way  you'll  consent  to  go." 

Then  sadly  the  very  wise  man  turned  round  — 

Sadly  because  he'd  been  treated  thus  — 
Viiih  thankfulness  for  this  kindness  done, 

Went  the  other  road  with  the  smooth-tongued  cuss. 
He  started,  that  is,  but  he  hadn't  gone  far 

Till  led  by  his  guide  to  a  second  roost 
Of  robbers,  who  took  his  horse  away. 

With  a  kick  for  the  wise  man  by  way  of  boost. 

As  the  wise  man  weakly  tottered  oflf 

He  called  to  his  guide  in  tearful  whang : 
"You've  broken  the  promises  made  to  me, 

And  I'm  going  to  town  with  the  other  gang  1 " 

"Yes,  poor,  dear  friend,  come  back  to  us ! " 

Cried  a  voice  from  the  dense,  tree-shaded  track. 
"  You  shouldn't  have  trusted  that  smooth-tongued  cuss ! " 

He  went  —and  they  took  the  coat  from  his  back ! 
"  Oh,  my,  that's  rough  I "  sobbed  Number  Two  ; 

"  It  breaks  our  hearts  to  see  this  sin  ! 
Come  here,  and  we'll  clothe  and  give  you  wealth  I  " 

He  went  —  and  the  rascals  grabbed  his  skin. 

And  all  this  time  the  straight  highway 

Shone  smooth  and  right  and  broad  and  safe. 
And  the  watchmen  called,  "This  road  is  plain  ! 

Why  tread  dark,  devious  paths,  weak  waif  V " 
Then  the  very  wise  man  smiled  a  raw,  sad  smile, 

And  shook  his  gory,  dismantled  head : 
"  I've  been  going  these  ways  to  town  so  long. 

If  I'd  think  of  a  change  I'd  fall  down  dead ! 

"  These  two  great  parties  assure  me  now 
That  by  one  of  these  roads  I  shall  reach  the  town  ; 


f 


79 


Platform  Pearls. 


And  each  hafl  promised  to  give  me  back 
My  wealth  and  my  horse  and  my  hide  and  gown. 

'Tis  true  that  their  ways  are  twisted  and  dark, 
And  they've  lied  to  me  every  time  —strange  men  ! 

But  they  say  they  love  me  so  tenderly, 
And  I  think  I'll  just  try  the  old  way  again," 

80  the  wise  man  once  more  turned  away 

From  the  honest  lights  and  the  highway  straight ; 
And  again  we'll  hear  his  shrieks  of  pain 

As  he  meets  his  usual,  well-known  fate. 
They  will  boil  him  down  for  his  tallow  and  bones, 

And  chuckle  again  to  view  his  pains. 
But  where,  in  his  whole  anatomy, 

Will  they  find  the  things  he  calls  his  brains  ! 

—  Edna  C.  Jackson. 


55.     QITGER,    ISN'T    ITf  * 

Lo,  a  Northern  forest  burns, 
And  the  startled  nation  turns, 
Views  with  wonder  and  with  fear 
Desolation  far  and  near  ; 
Sees  the  homeless  people  flee, 
Counts  the  loss  of  property. 
Shudders  at  the  ruin  rife, 
Sad  bewails  the  loss  of  life. 
Then  toward  the  stricken  land 
Stretches  prompt  and  helpful  hand. 

There's  a  wilder,  hotter  fire. 
Sweeping  farther,  leaping  higher, 
Round  the  nation,  thi-ough  the  land, 
Each  saloon  a  burning  brand. 
Loss  of  life  there  is,  and  home  ; 
Women,  children,  hoj^eless  roam  ; 
Lo  !  there  follow  in  the  glare. 
Ruin,  madness,  grim  despair. 
She  may  count,  if  loss  she  seek, 
Twenty  millions  every  week  ! 


*  Tlic  saloon  bums  up  $83,000,000  of  our  national  resources  every  wcck- 
and  yet  we  are  excited  over  a  few  forest  fires.— EdUoHal  note  in  The  V(Ace. 


There  waf 
ing  new,  bee 
And  the  mar 
the  bars  dov 
8trp}'«d  over 
struck  him 
anything  as  i 
somewhat  v 
"  sun  went  d 
road  compan 
calves,  the  c( 
in  such  cases 
from  the  tria 

"I  am  go 

"How?" 

"  I  am  go 
out  of  town. 

"Why!" 
would  you?' 

"Yes,"b 
run  rough-sl 

And  the  ( 
intended  to  1 
time  came  a 
Woman's  CI 
ter  go  down 
not  bum  it 
would.  "  "V 
anyway."  f 
enough, the 
ting  a  portio 
reached  him 
to  bring  mal 
a  match. 

"What  a 


own. 


Platfoum  Pkarlh. 


73 


But  the  nation  only  siglia, 

Folds  her  hands  and  shuts  her  eyes  ! 

—  Hattie  Horner  Louthan. 


men ! 


ight ; 


es, 


Juck8on. 


every  week- 
ie  Voice. 


56.    THE  DEACON'S  ]tIATCH. 

There  was  a  man  out  West  who  owned  a  calf.  That  is  noth- 
ing new,  because  I  knew  a  man  out  there  that  owned  two. 
And  the  man  liad  a  ten-year-old  boy,  and  the  boy  carelessly  let 
the  bars  down  and  let  the  calf  out  of  the  lot.  And  the  calf 
strp}'«d  over  the  railroad  track,  and  an  engine  came  along  and 
struck  him  and  doubled  him  all  up,  and  it  was  not  worth 
anything  as  a  calf  after  that ;  but  the  owner  of  that  calf  was 
somewhat  vexod.  He  was  not  very  particular  whether  the 
"  sun  went  down  on  his  wrath"  or  not,  and  he  sued  the  rail- 
road company,  and  after  lawing  away  the  price  of  a  himdred 
calves,  the  company  beat  him  —  as  the  company  usually  does 
in  such  cases  —  and  the  man  got  madder ;  and  coming  home , 
from  the  trial  he  said  to  the  church  deacon  : 

"  I  am  going  to  get  even  with  that  railroad  company.'^' 

"  How  ?  "  asked  the  deacon. 

"  I  am  going  to  bum  that  bridge  crossing  the  chasm  just 
out  of  town." 

"Why!"  said  the  deacon,  "you  would  never  do  that,' 
would  you?" 

"  Yes,"  he  said,  "  I  don't  propose  to  let  any  rich  corporation 
run  rough-shod  over  me." 

And  the  deacon,  in  teUing  his  wife  about  it,  said  the  man 
intended  to  bum  the  bridge  that  night  at  nine  o'clock,  and  the 
time  came  aroxmd,  and  the  wife,  who  was  a  member  of  the 
Woman's  Christian  Temperance  Union,  said  that  they  had  bet- 
ter go  down  and  see  about  it ;  but  the  deacon  said  he  would 
not  bum  it  — he  was  just  in  a  passion  when  he  said  he 
would.  "Well,"  she  said,  "let  us  go  down  and  see  about  it, 
anyway."  So  they  start«d  down  toward  the  bridge,  and  siu-e 
enough,  the  man  was  there,  and  he  had  just  finished  satura- 
ting a  portion  of  the  bridge  with  kerosene  oil,  and  just  as  they 
reached  him  he  felt  in  his  pocket  and  found  he  had  forgotten 
to  bring  matches.  He  turned  to  the  deacon  and  asked  him  for 
a  match. 

"What  are  you  going  to  do  with  it?"  inquired  the  deacon. 


\iV 


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74 


PLATrORU  Pbarls. 


M 


lill 


w 


•'  IJoing  to  bum  the  bridge,"  Hiiid  the  man,  "  as  I  told  you 
I  would." 

"Well,"  said  the  deacon,  "  now  I  proiwse  to  show  you  the 
difference  between  a  man  who  has  made  his  peace  with  the 
Lord  and  a  man  of  tlie  world.  If  I  loan  you  a  match  to  bum 
the  bridge,"  said  the  deacon,  "  I  would  be  as  guilty  na  you 
are." 

"Well,"  said  the  man,  "there  are  plenty  of  matches,  I  will 
have  them  if  I  want  them,  you  know ;  there  is  no  doubt  about 
that.  Why,  deacon,  I  know  where  I  can  buy  matches  at  dif- 
ferent places,  right  here  in  the  village.  You  can't  suppress  the 
sale  of  matches,  deacon,  and  I  must  have  the  match.  I  tell 
you  what  I  will  do  :  I  will  give  you  a  dollar  for  a  match." 

"  Well,"  said  the  deacon,  "  are  you  going  to  bum  the  bridge 
anyway  ?  " 

"  Why,  yes,"  said  the  man,  "  I  told  you  I  would  biUA  it,  and 
you  might  just  as  well  have  a  little  revenue  as  anybody  ».  ut  of 
this  transaction,  don't  you  see  ?  Exactly  so,  I  am  going  to  btirn 
it  anyway." 

"  Well,"  said  the  deacon,  "  if  you  are  going  to  burn  it  any- 
way, that  puts  an  entirely  different  light  upon  the  whole  ques- 
tion." 

And  he  reached  into  his  pocket  for  a  match,  and  his  wife 
caught  him  by  the  coat  and  said  :  "  Here,  husband,  you  would 
not  sell  the  man  a  match  to  be  used  in  burning  the  bridge?" 

And  that  broke  the  deacon  all  up,  and  he  said  :  "  Nancy, 
that  is  just  the  way  with  you  Christian  Temperance  Union 
women.  You  are  a  lot  of  fanatics,  always  going  to  extremes 
in  everything.  It  is  your  business  to  attend  to  household  affairs 
and  it  is  my  business  to  provide  for  the  family,  and  when  I 
have  an  opportunity  of  making  an  honest  dollar,  I  don't  want 
you  coming  round  and  putting  your  oar  in."  And  he  hands 
over  the  match  to  the  man,  and  the  man  passes  him  back  a  big 
wagon-wheel  silver  dollar,  and  the  deacon  shoves  it  away  down 
in  his  pocke!;,  ond  tlien  turns  to  the  man  and  says : 

"  Are  you  going  to  bum  the  bridge?" 

"Why,  of  course  I  am,"  said  the  man,  "that  is  what  I 
bought  the  match  for." 

"  WeU,"  said  the  deacon,  "May  God  have  mercy  on  your 
soul ;  I  wash  my  hands  of  the  whole  busiuess." 

And  the  match  is  lighted  and  the  bridge  is  ablaze,  and  the 


curs  come  ii 
into  the  cha 
Who  is  ^ 
The  man  wl 
lighted  it  ai 
l)loa  that  " 
basis  "  —  th 
and  goes  t« 
deacon's  mt 
system  cor 
when  it  cor 
guilty  as  tl 
is  no  compi 


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tyranny  of  t 
boundary  pes 
gives  way,  an 
to  one  rank  o 
end  is  reache 


I  told  yuu 

>w  you  the 
;e  with  the 
tch  to  bum 
ilty  n«  you 

ches,  I  will 
oubt  about 
ches  at  dif- 
uppress  the 
tch.  I  tell 
aatch." 
1  the  bridge 

)iUA  it,  and 
ody  K.nt  of 
ing  to  burn 

urn  it  any- 
i^hole  ques- 

d  his  wife 
you  would 
jridge?" 
:  "  Nancy, 
ace  Union 
>  extremes 
told  affairs 
id  when  I 
lon't  want 
i  he  hands 
back  a  big 
I  way  down 


is  what  I 
y  on  your 
e,  and  the 


FLATKOnM  I'KARLS. 


76 


curs  come  along  at  the  rate  of  forty  miles  an  hour  luid  dawli 
into  the  chiisni  and  ono  hundred  livps  aro  lost. 

Who  is  guilty  when  it  comes  to  the  judgment  bar  of  God  ? 
The  man  who  sold  the  match  is  just  as  guilty  as  the  man  who 
lighted  it  and  fired  the  bridge  !  And  he  who  gives  way  to  the 
plea  that  "  we  are  going  to  settle  this  question  on  ahigh  license 
basis  "  —  that  we  can  not  effectually  prohibit  the  liqiior  traffic, 
and  goes  to  the  i)olls  and  uses  his  ballot  to  represent  the 
deacon's  match,  and  votes  for  a  license  party,  and  the  saloon 
system  continues,  homes  and  immortal  souls  are  destroyed, 
when  it  comes  before  the  judgment  bar  of  God,  will  be  just  as 
guilty  as  the  man  who  keeps  the  saloon.  My  friends,  there 
is  no  compromise  ground  in  this  matter. 

—  John  P.  St.  John. 


ST.    THE  BOtlNDABY  POST.* 

A  vision  of  ice-bound  Vmrrens, 

'Neath  the  midnight  sun's  weird  glow, 
A  band  of  tyrant's  hirelings. 

Hearts  cold  as  the  Polai-  snow  — 
Crouching  in  dread  of  their  mandates, 

A  sorrowful  helpless  host, 
On  their  knees,  and  with  prostrate  Tigurea, 

Before  the  boundary  post ! 

Oh  !  dretu'ful  is  man's  oppression 

In  the  tropic's  genial  glow, 
'Mid  the  temperate  zone's  rich  fruitage, 

As  wxAl  as  'mid  northern  snow  1 
He  plunders  the  home  of  his  brother, 

Enslaves  him  ;  and  tyrants  boast 
They  have  stolen  his  soul,  his  manhood, 

Wlio  dies  at  the  boundary  post ! 

It  riseth,  solemn  and  stately  — 

A  symbol  that  draws  the  tear  — 
A  tall  white  column  majestic, 
*  It  is  related  bv  sympcthetic  Americans,  who  deploiv  what  they  call  the 
tyranny  of  the  Czar,  that  when  the  convicts  sentenced  to  Siberia  reach  the 
boundary  post  on  the  Russian  frontier  the  stoicism  of  the  very  sternest  character 
gives  way,  and  the  old  and  young,  sage  and  simple,  noble  and  peasant,  reduced 
to  one  rank  of  misery,  mingle  their  tears  and  sighs,  realizing  that  their  journey's 
end  is  reached. 


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That  markH  tlio  RiWHian  frontier ! 
Tluoiigh  the  llrHt  dim  shiidowH  of  inurning, 

ItH  outliiiOH  of  pain  a])|H'ar 
To  tht>  exile  who  inarehetli  e««twiird 

On  the  road  that  is  long  and  drear  I 
Trembling,  through  cloud-bank  or  utittt-veil, 

It  comes,  like  an  awful  ghost, 
And  blastH  the  sight  of  the  gazer  — 

The  dreadful  lM)undary  post  t 

With  ))lood  are  their  sandals  sullied 

As  they  painfully  drag  along ; 
Not  an  exile  heart  may  hi'  merry. 

Not  a  voice  awaken  a  song  ! 
'Neath  the  whip  of  the  brutal  driver 

The  staggering  con\  ict  goes 
Who  follows  the  path  of  oppression 

To  Siberia's  wastes  and  snows  ! 
But  the  keenest  throb  of  his  anguish 

That  his  torn  heart  feels  the  most 
Is  to  fall  'neath  the  strokes  and  the  woundings 

At  the  tall  white  boundary  post ! 

He  dreams,  as  he  travels  in  silence, 

That  yet  there  may  be  a  reprieve ! 
He  cannot  be  sent  to  the  toiling 

In  the  mines  and  the  valleys  to  grieve ! 
But  the  sight  of  the  landmark  uplifted, 

'Mid  the  Northland  snow  and  frost. 
Only  bids  him  :  "  Your  hope  you  must  bury 

At  the  foot  of  the  boundary  post ! " 


A  vision  of  palsied  fingers 

That  touch  not  the  poet's  pen ; 
A  story  of  genius  fallen 

Of  one  who  was  gi'eat  among  men, 
Tlie  poiH.,ned  cup  hath  enslaved  him  I 

His  journey  of  woe  is  begun, 
Tlie  Garden  of  Eden  he  planted 

Is  waste  'neath  the  midnight  sun  ; 
Tlie  glare  of  his  evil  piissions 

Illumes  a  road  more  drear 


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PUATKORM  PeARLH. 


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Tlian  the  weary  (M)nvict  follows 

Afar  to  the  oaHt  frontier  ! 
O  tempted  houI.  though  the  wiiie-waven 

Flawh  keener  than  Northland  front, 
Pause  ere  thy  houI  lieth  panting 

And  wreckwl  at  the  Ixmndary  post  t 

A  tyrant,  relentleas  and  cruel, 

'Neath  tropic  or  polar  Htar  — 
King  Alcohol  — gathers  hiH  minions 

And  miK'kH  at  the  might  of  a  czar ! 
A  boundary  line  there  obtaineth 

'Twixt  virtue  and  vice,  a«  we  know  I 
Here  lie  the  harvcst-flelda,  vineyards  — 

There,  are  the  wastes  and  the  snow  ! 
Tempted  thou  art.  yet  refraining  V 

Oh,  cast  thou  the  tempter  away  ! 
And  naught  have  to  do  with  the  spoiler 

Who  watcheth  by  night  and  by  day  ! 
O  sin-ridden  soul,  yet  an  effort, 

A  prayer  1    From  the  dram-drinkers'  host, 
Thou  hast  paused  on  the  road  to  perdition 

This  side  of  the  boundary  ix)st  1 

—  Lelia  B.  Heivea. 


58.    MORAIi  SUASION  NOT   SUFFICIENT. 

But  we  are  told  we  should  use  moral  suasion.  Yes  I  but 
the  question  is,  when  moral  suasion  should  be  applied.  The 
tiger  springs  from  the  jungle,  strikes  down  a  man,  begins 
crunching  his  arm  and  drinking  the  life-blood  from  his  very 
heart.  Shall  he  then  begin  to  stroke  that  tiger's  head,  to  fon- 
dle him,  and  to  reason  with  him?  "Now,  tiger,  it's  very 
unkind,  very  ungentlemanly,  very  um-easonable  for  you  to 
chew  my  arm  in  that  way."  Suppose  his  friend  comes  out  and 
sees  what  is  going  on ;  shall  he  lecture  the  man  who  is  down, 
and  say:  "Now  you  ought  to  have  known  better  than  to  get 
into  such  a  position.  You  ought  to  have  watched  and  taken 
more  care."  No,  let  him  snatch  out  his  dagger  and  strike  it 
in  to  the  hilt  in  the  heart  of  the  destroyer.  Then  there  will 
be  time  for  talk  and  warning.  I  arraign  the  saloon  as  the  wild 
beast  of  our  civilization,  with  blood-stained  teeth  and  claws, 


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Platporm  Peablm. 


still  raging  unchpck«Hl  tlirough  oiir  luiul,  iiiul  «>ntiro  Prohibition 
iH  the  only  effective  reuie«ly.  I  -i  Prohibition  !>««  wliood  overy- 
^'•e™-  —  Jiev,  Thomas  Du'on. 


SO.    WORHIKD  ABOUT  KATHKHINi:. 

OHANDAM. 

I'm  glad  that  it  suited  you,  Schooluia'iuu,  U)  s|)c'nd  a  f<w  days 

here  with  Kate : 
You're  both  of  you  fine-wove  and  crisp-like,  an'  take  to  e«ich 

other  first-rate. 
When  woman-hearts  tangle  together,  they  twist  round  again 

and  again. 
An'  make  up  a  queer  sort  o'  love-match,  I  never  have  noticed 

in  men. 

And,  Schoolma'am,  I'm  thriftily  anxious  nbout  this  smart  gran'- 
child  o'  mine. 

An'  want  to  talk  candid  about  her,  w' .h  i)re8ent  an'  future  de- 
sign. 

She's  hungry  for  other  folks'  knowledge,  an'  never  too  full  to 

be  f  etl ; 
She's  packed  every  book  that  I  know  of,  all  oiwn-leavod,  like, 

in  her  head ; 
The  'rithmetic  makes  its  home  with  her  ;  the  grammar  is  proud 

of  her  tongue ; 
She  spells  words  as  if  she  had  made  'em,  'way  back  when  the 

language  was  young. 
She  knows  all  the  g'ography  found  yet ;  she'd  feel  in  a  manner 

at  home, 
If  dropped  in  the  streets  of  Jerus'lem,  or  woke  up  some  mornin' 

in  Rome. 
She's  studied  the  habits  of  planets  —  knows  how  to  call  names 

at  a  star  — 
She's  traced  their  invisible  railroads,  an'  tells  what  their  time- 
tables are, 
She's  leamin'  the  words  of  old  heathens  that  good-minded  petv 

ple  abhorred  — 
A-thwartin'  the  old  Tower  of  Babel  —  undom'  the  work  of  the 

Lord. 
Yes,  Teacher,  our  dear,  pretty  Kath'rine  is  very  sleek-minded 
an'  smart ; 


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But  8*^^iU  I  cant  help  but  to  woi-ry  concemin'  the  breadth  o'  her 
heart! 

TEACHER. 

Why  I  sympathies  need  not  to  narrow,  because  the  brain  clam- 
bers above ; 

The  more  that  a  genuine  heart  knows,  the  better  it  knows  how 
to  love. 

A  gem  was  all  crowded  with  splendor,  unseen  in  the  gloom  of 
mines : 

'Tis  not  now  the  less  of  a  diamond,  because  it  is  polished,  and 
shines ! 

The  flower  that  was  hunted  by  wild  weeds,  thinks  n^ver  to 
bloom  the  less  fair, 

Because  it  is  borne  to  a  garden,  and  tended  with  wisdom  and 
care. 

A  lamp  in  the  sky  had  been  tarnished  by  cloud-birds  that  flew 

from  afar ; 
The  wind  swept  the  mist  from  its  brightness  —  it  gleamed,  all 

the  more  of  a  star  1 
Whate'er  is  at  fault  in  your  grandchild,  her  learning  makes 

easier  withstood ; 
Whatever  is  good  in  your  grandchild,  her  learning  makes  only 

more  good. 

QRANDAH. 

That's  nice,  soothin'  sentiments,  SchooUna'am,  an'  helps  all 

that  works  in  your  line ; 
It's  one  o'  your  golden  opinions  —  I  wish  that  it  also  was  minol 
But.  Teacher,  suppose  that  she  marries  —  the  knives  of  her  brain 

bright  an'  keen  — 
An'  knows  all  creation,  excep'  how  to  keep  her  house  cosy  and 

clean  I 
Suppose  when  her  husband  comes  home  tired,  the  cheer  o'  her 

table  to  seek 
She  feeds  him  with  steak  that  is  soggy,  an'  tells  him  i^s  mean- 
in'  in  Greek  ? 
Suppose  that  her  coffee  is  muddy  as  if  it  was  dipped  from  a 

trench : 
Will  that  make  his  stomach  less  homesick,  because  she  can  tell 

it  in  French  ? 
Suppose  that  her  help  is  her  master,  along  o'  the  things  she 

don't  know  : 


i  i' 


I    ! 


80 


Platform  Pearls. 


Can  algebra  make  up  the  difl'Vence,  or  grammar  books  give  her 

a  show  ?  •  ,        i.1  •   1 

Oh,  Schoolma'am,  those  women  keep  house  best  (with  nothm 

to  say  ag'in  yoti),  ,    j    „ 

Wlio've  learned  to  keep  house  o'  their  mothers,  an'  worked  aU 
its  alphabet  through ! 

TEACHER. 

Your  grandchild  must  take  for  her  husband,  a  man  with  an 

intellect  wide. 
Who  makes  of  the  well-guarded  body  a  place  for  the  soul  to 

Whose  home  is  a  God-made  cathedral,  with  heart-blessings 

clear-voiced  and  sweet ; 
Who  comes  back  at  night  for  soul-comfort  -  not  simply  what 

he  can  eat. 
Who  thinks  with  her,  feels  with  her,  helps  her  ;  has  patience, 

for  both  of  thsir  sakes ; 
Who  celebrates  all  her  successes,  and  takes  stock  in  aU  her 

Who  treasures  her  well-taught  advantage  o'er  one  who  unstud- 
ied begins; 

Who  welcomes  with  sweet-whispered  pleasure  each  step  of  the 
race  that  she  wins. 

Who  leads  her  to  minds  that  are  kindled  with  brands  from  the 
watch-fires  of  fame ; 

Who's  glad  that  her  lamp  has  been  trimmed  well,  to  catch  the 
clear  sanctified  flame. 

QRANDAM. 

An'  if  she  shouldn't  find  this  cur'os'ty  ? 

TEACHER. 

Then  let  her  as  single  be  known ;  ,.,.-, 

And  thank  God  her  training  has  taught  her  to  work  out  hfes 
problem  alone. 

GKAND.VM. 

But,  Schoolma'am,  admittin'  your  arg'ment  (if  one  can  "  ad- 
mit "  what  one  don't) 

We'll  say  that  she'll  marry  an  angel  (tho  Ukelier  'twill  happen 
she  won't); 

But  s'posin'  she  does,  an'  her  children  are  sent,  same  as  others, 

to  school : 


books  give  her 
t  (with  nothin' 
an'  worked  all 

a  man  with  an 
for  the  soul  to 

heart-blessings 
ot  simply  what 

;  has  patience, 
tock  in  all  her 
me  who  unstud- 
each  step  of  the 
brands  from  the 
'ell,  to  catch  the 


0  work  out  life's 

if  one  can  "  ad- 
ier  'twill  happen 
,  same  as  others. 


i 


Platkobm  Pearls. 


81 


I'm  worryin'  -bout  whether  she'll  let  'em  be  taught  by  the  brain- 
stuffln'  rule.  ,    ,  .       •j„ 

It  hurts  me  to  see  'em  build  over  a  child  into  somebody  s  pride. 

Through  givin'  him  heart-acht«  each  week-day,  by  poundm 
his  head  from  inside ! 

They  make  'em  bite  books  with  their  teethin';  grown  studies 
run  all  through  their  play  ;  _      ^    ,■     „ 

Tlicy're  killin'  the  children  by  inches,  with  five  or  six  studies  a 

They  load 'cm  with  large  definitions  -  as  big  as  the  children 

Ah  meTit^^'a  'wonder  the  ix)or  things  twist  up  into  grown 

folks  at  all !  ,         , 

There's  many  a  poor  little  cre'tur'  with  other  folks  words  over- 

Not  on^r*'' made  mad  "  by  "much  learning  "  but  weakened  an' 
sickened  an'  killed !  ,         .         *       ,.i  j 

There's  many  a  green  little  grass-mound,  whose  tenant  would 
say,  could  it  talk, 

"  I  died  by  their  tryin'  to  run  me,  before  I  was  able  to  walk  ! 

TEACH  I.R. 

A  blessing's  no  less  of  a  blessing,  because  by  some  'tis  abused ; 

TheTr,  fire,  and  water  can  murder  -and  yet  they  all  have  to 

The  steed  that  we  drive  to  the  river  is  tempted,  not  tortured,  to 

The  child  shomd  be  given  thought-burdens -but  only  to  teach 
him  to  think.  ,  ...     „ 

Take  comfort  from  now  for  thefuture  ;  for  Katherme,  with  all 
that  she  knows,  , 

Is  bright  as  a  dollar  just  minted,  and  fresh  as  a  new-blossomed 

rose. 

GBANDAM. 

But,  Teacher,  I'll  tell  my  main  trouble  (though  less  than  the 

ones  I  have  said);  .  , 

I'm  gettin  behind  the  times  daily,  while  Kate  keeps  a  gettm 

She'll  grow  a  fine  lady,  and  nothin'  between  us  in  common 

NowdonTyou  think,  some  time  or  other,  that  Kate'U  be 
'shamed,  like,  o'  me? 
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88 


Platform  Pkarls. 


Kate  (entering,  and  kissing  Grandam). 
Ashamed  of  you?  Never  ! — I'd  give  more  for  one  silver  hair  of 

your  head, 
Than  all  of  the  studies  I  know  of,  and  all  of  the  authors  I've 

readl 
Do  you  know,  you  absurd  dear  old  Grandma,  your  heart  and 

your  brain  are  more  aid, 
Than  all  of  the  sciences  heard  of,  and  all  of  the  books  ever 

made! 
No  process  that  man  has  discovered  will  act  out  affection's  pure 

part; 
The  brain  of  the  head  is  a  failure,  cuuipared  to  the  brain  of  the 

heart ! 
Ashamed  of  you  ?  Let  your  grand  life-work  an  answer  umiual- 

ified  be ! 
Pray  God  that  my  life  may  be  lived  so  you'll  never  be  ' '  'shamed 

like  "  o'  me  ! 

—  Will  Carleton,  in  "  Ladies^  Home  Journal," 


60.     A  CHRISTIAN  BNOBAVORRR'H  POSITION. 

WHAT  SHALL  CHRISTIAN  YOUNG  PEOPLE   DO  AGAINST  THE 
SAIX)ON  ? 

The  question  is  its  own  perfect  answer,  and  I  can  only  give 
it  back  expanded,  as  one  may  blow  a  rosebud  into  bloom. 

First  of  all,  I  will  be  a  Christian.  I  will  keep  myself  pure. 
I  will,  as  to  this  thing,  abolish  the  word  "  temperance."  It  is 
the  Pharisee  of  grammar,  the  arch-hypocrite  of  the  vocabulary 
of  this  reform,  the  blood-guiltiest  common  noun  in  the  lan- 
guage, a  quagmire  of  definition  not  to  be  trusted  by  the  foot  of 
reason,  or  crossed  by  any  but  an  empty  vehicle  of  thought.  I 
will  be  a  Christian.  Henceforth  I'll  stand  upon  the  mountain 
top  of  Paul's  great  verse,  of  which  the  familiar  version  is :  "If 
meat  make  my  brother  to  offend,  I  will  not  eat  meat  enough 
to  hurt  myself  tho  the  world  perish  ;  but  which  is  uTitten,  "I 
will  eat  no  meat  while  the  world  stands."  And  drinking  wine 
does  cause  my  brother  to  offend.  From  the  first,  the  strong, 
clean,  moderate  drinker  has  been,  and  is  to-day,  the  weak 
man's  schoolmaster,  to  lead  him  to  the  gutter.  Am  I  saying 
that  one  who  drinks  is  not  a  Christian?  No  ;  but  he  is  not  such 
a  Christian  as  can  help  in  this  endeavor. 


Platkokm  Pkarls. 


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>AH). 

ne  silver  hair  of 
;he  authors  I've 
your  heart  and 
'  the  books  ever 
t  affection's  pure 
the  brain  of  the 
answer  un(iual- 
ferbe  "  'shamed 
ynie  Journal," 

POSITION. 

AGAINST  THE 

1 1  can  only  give 
into  bloom, 
eep  myself  pure, 
iperance."  It  is 
f  the  vocabulary 
loun  in  the  lan- 
ed  by  the  foot  of 
e  of  thought.  7 
on  the  mountain 
r  version  is  :  "If 
;at  meat  enough 
h  in  uTttten,  "I 
id  drinking  wine 
first,  the  strong, 
>day,  the  weak 
T.  Am  I  saying 
tut  he  is  not  such 


Urill  he  a  m„n.-im  active,  definite,  persintent,  self-respect- 
ing In"  respect-compolUng  man:  no  flunky  to  a  party  or 
a  sec      no  to^vdv  to  a  majority  ;  no  trimmer  to  the  popular 

rose;on;iction;  -.p.ire  editing  ;  no  sniveling  mo^co^^ 
trembling  at  a  ixjlitician's  sneer;  no  pastor  whose  politics  are 
,ueer    no  crayf^.sh  pietist  backing  under  a  creed  at  the  apprc«|o 
Kevv    bought.    I  will  be  intelligent ;  I  will  take  a  Prohibition 
/e.;Candreadit.     I  wilU-e  an  opinion  and  express  it. 
will  be  couMi^tent  ;  I  will  let  no  man  despise  me.    I  will  not 
St  m  -self  ;  if  I  keep  ,x,litieal  conipany  who.  saloon  keep- 
ers feel  at  hoi-    .  I  will  be  man  enough  not  to  pray     Thy  King 
dom  come  on  earth."    I  will  be  too  much  a  man  o  telk  "f  ^^ 
kine  the  world  for  Christ  while  I  am  consenting  to  farm  out  the 
highv^^y  of  my  own  country  to  saloons  and  live  on  the  rental  . 
I  Sod  no  politician's  coat  while  he  stones  a  prophet  or 
denies  full  citizenship  to  a  woman.    By  the  grace  of  God,  I 
will  lie  a  Christian  and  a  manly  man. 

I  mix  BE  AGAINST  THE  SALOON 

nnd  anvthing  that  favors,  fears,  or  ignores  it.  The  liquor 
raffirifthr  foot-rot  of  ci;ilization.  Saloons  are  the  progeny 
of  cities  betraved  by  party  politics.  I  will  renounce  utterly 
aldfoTevefa'l  allegiance  to  any  political  party  in  municipal 
^^eZZL  I  wilf  not  be  bound  by  a  caucus  But  when  a 
Ss'  meeting  conflicts  with  my  P-ye--e t-g^  wdl  m  s 
the  prayer-meeting.  I  will  trust  no  man  in  city  politics  who 
winks  at  the  saloon  in  national  iwlitics. 

In  national  affairs  I  will  belong  to  a  party  and  be  true  to  t, 
in  nauou  ^^^^^  .^  ^^^  go  straight 

":r;uSit  a^hX  I  wtu  scratch  the  wickedness  out  of 
U  tickTand  then  throw  the  ticket  away,  unless  I  can  stand 
wltl  it  upon  a  clean,  brave,  open  platform.  A  man  who  s 
IZ  to  Eself  can  not  be  true  to  anything,  and  a  party  tlu^ 
Ssamant.,beliehimselfand«pe«fce«.s,hisconvic^^^^^^^^^^ 
time  betray  both  him  and  the  country.  A  coward  is  potential 
T^^.    I  will  sciuaio  my  politics  to  my  church,  or  leave 


84 


Platkohm  Pkahi.h. 


tlip  Hiiircli.  Thp  man,  the  ticket,  or  the  party  that  expects  o" 
deHires  votes  from  the  saloon  shall  have  no  vote  from  nie.  Let 
who  will  win  thiH  ele<^tion,  sell  the  licensea,  and  adminintt^r  the 
ttU-pervasi  ve  paltry-treason  of  the  npoils  ;  when  the  clean  church 
comes,  whose  right  it  is,  ..je  will  take,  'vithout  a  rival  or  a 
question,  the  scepter  of  the  world  and  reign.  I  will  be  for  that. 
These  hands  are  hers,  only  two  of  miUions ;  hut  I  will  wash 
them,  by  the  race  of  CJod,  and  keep  them  clean  for  her.  No 
sales,  no  tqmils,  no  saloon  votes  in  Christian  Endeavor ! 

—  John  O,  Woolley. 


In 

Al 

N< 

O 

Tl 


61.    A  FANATIC. 

"  Faratic !"  they  said  ;  yes,  he  stood  for  the  truth, 
Defended  it  always  by  day  and  by  night ; 

He  wrought  foi  tho  good  of  the  children  and  youth. 
Well  knowing  the  worth  of  their  souls  iu  God's  Eight. 

Fanatic  was  he?  Yes,  he  spent  tinie  and  strength 
In  labors  of  love  for  the  tempted  and  tossed, 

No  toil  wjis  t(X)  great,  no  trifle  too  small 
To  offer  to  Him  for  the  souls  that  were  lost. 

Fanatic  was  he  ?    Yet  he  cheerf  ally  gave 
Of  liis  income  so  small,  to  those  who  had  less. 

And  the  poor  and  the  lowly,  the  sad  ones  of  earth, 
Had  cause  this  "  fanatic  "  to  love  and  to  bless. 

Fanatic  was  he  ?    Yes,  the  world  flitted  by. 
With  its  laughter  and  song,  its  jest  and  its  jeer ; 

They  pitied  him  so,  w  they  said  as  they  went, 
For  they  fancied  his  life  bitter,  cheerless,  and  drear. 

For  they  had  their  pleasure,  their  wine  and  their  glee. 
And  life  was  to  them  gay,  and  merry,  and  bright. 

They  lived  for  themselves,  while  he  toiled  for  those 
Whom,  bom  in  the  darkness,  he  brought  to  the  light. 

Ah  !  little  they  knew  how  the  peace  God  doth  give 
Dwelt  deep  in  his  heart,  sweet,  abiding,  and  strong, 

And  how,  when  in  sorrow  o'er  those  whom  he  loved, 
God  gave  in  the  night-time  His  presence  and  song. 

And  one  day  he  died,  and  they  laid  him  to  rest 
On  the  sunny  hillside,  'neath  ihe  grass  and  the  flowers. 


An 

race,  1 

and  h 

taking 

the  ft 

it  In  1 

art,  ai 

Me 

ject  t 

searcl 

drunl 

be  ex 

was  1 

transl 

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hood, 

smili: 

side  ( 

TI 

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liquo 

little 

you, 

to  th 

not  I 

life's 


PLATKOHM  I'EAIll  H. 


80 


'  that  expects  o" 
n  from  nie.  Let 
d  a(luiiniHtt!r  the 
the  clean  church 
)ut  a  rival  or  a 
will  be  for  that, 
but  I  will  wash 
an  for  her.  No 
Indemwr ! 

I  Q,  Woolley. 


le  truth, 

id  youth, 
1  God's  eight. 

rength 
Bed, 

lost. 

1  less, 
)f  earth, 
bless. 

» 

its  jeer ; 

snt, 

I,  and  drear. 

1  their  glee, 
id  bright, 
for  those 
;  to  the  light. 

loth  give 
and  strong, 
1  he  loved, 
and  song. 

rest 

id  the  flowers. 


In  the  sorrowful  hush  of  a  lieart-broken  throng. 
Where  lovingly  God  keepeth  watch  through  the  hours. 

Ah !  happy  forever,  no  longer  to  toil 

Alone,  and  in  sorrow,  and  misunderstood. 
No  longer  '  fanatic,"  but  heir  to  a  throne, 

With  all  the  redeemed,  the  rejoicing  and  K(K)d. 

O  Soul !  thou  hast  won  — and  thy  hard  race  is  o'er. 
Time's  years  are  but  few,  and  Eternity's  long ; 

Thy  service  of  lovt  for  the  sin-stricken  earth 
Shall  blossom  forever  in  glndnees  and  song. 

—  Maria  L.  Underhill. 

fl&.    A  OliOniOIIS  OTOKIIMKNT. 

An  artist,  seeing  a  little  Iwy,  with  rosy  cheeks  and  laughing 
race,  playing  with  his  toys,  was  so  charmed  with  the  beauty 
and  happin  iss  of  the  child  that  he  requested  the  privilege  of 
taking  its  portrait.    Permission  being  granted,  he  transferred 
the  features  of  the  beautiful  boy  to  his  canvas,  and  placed 
it  in  his  studio,  as  one  of  the  first  specimens  of  his  cherishsd 
art,  and  of  the  beai.ty,  innocence,  and  happiness  of  childhood. 
Many  years  afterward  the  same  artist  desired  to  find  a  sub- 
ject that  should  be  the  very  reverse  of  this.      After  a  long 
search,  on  going  into  a  prison,  he  there  saw  a  man  who,  in  a 
drunken  frenzy,  had  murdered  his  own  wife,  and  was  soon  to 
be  executed  as  the  penalty  for  his  crime.    His  countenance 
was  the  picture  of  agony,  remorse,  and  despair.    The  artist 
transferred  the  features  of  that  wretched  culprit  to  his  can- 
vas, and  placed  it  in  his  studio,  eide  by  side  with  that  of  the 
beautiful  and  happy  boy  lie  had  taken  many  years  before.    On 
retracing  the  history  of  that  wretched  man  back  to  his  child- 
hood, he  proved  to  be  the  same  innocent  boy  whose  happy  and 
smiling  countenance  now  exhibited  a  striking  contrast  by  the 
side  of  that  of  the  condemned  criminal. 

TI  3  is  but  a  picture  of  what  our  youth  may  tecome,  unless 
parei  .s  educate  them  to  shun  the  vices  and  temptations  of  the 
liquor  traffic.  Suci^,  fond  parents,  may  be  the  fate  of  that 
little  cherub  boy  you  are  now  dandling  on  your  knee  unless 
you.  like  an  ancient  heroine,  make  him  "  swea»  eternal  hatred 
to  the  liquor  traffic.  Cherish  not  thj  fond  hope  that  he  may 
not  be  allured  and  ffJl  by  the  same  insidious  foe.  All  along 
life's  perilous  pathway  may  be  seen  the  wrecks  of  thousands. 


86 


I'LATrOHU  FKAHiiS. 


*i' 


whoBO  early  training  and  proBpocts  wore  an  bright  and  hnyto 
ful  aa  are  his.  Oli,  what  in  tliat  bittiT  wail  which  is  heard 
from  fond  parents'  hearts  all  the  earth  over?  Is  it  not  lik  sthat 
which  escaiH'd  from  the  liiw  of  the  king  of  Israel :  "  Oh,  my 
son,  my  son !  Would  (Jod  I  had  died  for  thee,  ray  son,  my 
son  I "  Is  it  not  the  wail  of  blighted  hopes  and  ruined  pros- 
pects arising  over  the  victims  of  a  legalized  ciirse? 

Father's,  brothers,  will  you  stand  with  folded  arms  and  silent 
tongues,  and  see  this  boa-constrictor,  the  licjuor  traffic,  crush 
out  the  lives  and  hoi)eH  of  your  fondest  alTeetions?  "No/ 
No  1"  Methinks  I  hear  a  thousand  rei)ly :  "  No  I  It  must  not 
be .'  It  shall  not  be  !"  If  all  who  acknowledge  the  evils  re- 
sulting from  this  nefarious  business,  and  the  necessity  of  its 
utter  annihilation,  would  engage  in  its  extirpation  with  heart, 
hand,  and  ballot.it  would  be  exterminated  — certainly,  speed- 
ily, and  effectually.  Its  accomplislmaent  would  be  the  grand- 
est event  the  world  has  ever  witnessed.  It  would  be  perpetu- 
ated in  eloquence,  poetry,  and  song,  and  transmitted  to  posterity 
by  some  master  historian,  w^ritten  with  an  eloquent  pen,  on  a 
spotless  page,  in  a  golden  era. 

Its  achievement  would  constitute  a  monument  far  more 
glorious  than  any  which  the  genius  of  antiquity  has  ever  be- 
queathed to  the  generations  that  were  to  follow,  Moldering 
and  dilapidated  are  the  pyramids  of  Egypt,  the  Mausoleum, 
and  the  temples  of  Athens  and  of  Rome.  Lost  are  the  cities 
of  Ninevah  and  Babylon.  Forgotten  are  the  coimtless  millions 
that  have  figured  ujwn  the  earth,  and  taken  their  exit.  But 
the  prohibition  of  the  liquor  traffic  will  be  a  monument  which 
the  devastating  jaws  of  Time  can  never  demolish.  With  foun- 
dations resting  on  the  eternal  principles  of  truth  and  justice, 
this  memorial  will  remain  when  all  the  temples  of  the  earth 
are  demolished  and  Nature's  great  temples  retain  not  a 
stone ;  until  the  promised  era,  foretold  in  prophecy  and  invoked 
in  poetry,  when  the  Angel  of  Time,  standing  on  sea  and  land 
with  uplifted  hand,  shall  swear  by  Him  that  liveth  forever  and 
ever.  Time  shall  be  no  longer  I  For  tho  its  pedestal  be  on 
earth,  its  glorious  apex  towers  unto  heaven. 

—  Prof.  Chan,  W.  Sanders, 

63.    DRINK  t 

Drink  I  spend  your  hard-earned  wages  for  Death  i 
Drink  I  for  a  foul,  obnoxious  breath  ! 


ight  iind  hoi)c 
i\'hich  is  heunl 
lit  not  lik^that 
rael :  *'  Oh,  my 
.'0,  ray  son,  luy 
ml  ruined  pros- 
o? 

arms  and  silent 
)r  tratRc,  crush 
ctionsV  "No/ 
1 1  It  mu»t  not 
!g6  the  evils  re- 
necessity  of  its 
^ion  with  heart, 
ertulnly,  apeed- 
d  be  the  grand- 
uld  be  perpetu- 
tted  to  posterity 
]uent  pen,  on  a 

ment  far  more 
ity  has  ever  be- 
3w,  Moldering 
he  Mausoleum, 
it  aro  the  cities 
luutless  millions 
:heir  exit.  But 
onument  which 
ih.  With  foun- 
iith  and  justice. 
les  of  the  earth 
9  retain  not  a 
ecy  and  invoked 
on  sea  and  land 
?eth  forever  and 
pedestal  be  on 

.  W.  Sanders. 


Death! 


Platform  Fkaklh. 


S7 


Drink !  for  health  and  morals  shatterod ! 
Drink !  for  raiment  threml-lMirc,  tiittorcd ! 
Drink  '  that  the  Publican  and  his  wife, 
May  wear  rich  jewels,  bought  with  your  life  t 

Drink  !  that  the  mob  may  jeer  you  ! 
Drink  !  that  the  good  nuiy  fear  you ! 
Drink  1  that  you  may  be  known  as  a  fool, 
Hy  the  smallest  tot  that  {joes  to  8rb<K)l  I 
Drink  !  that  men  may  say  of  you  — 
Not  your  own  mother  could  love  you  1 
Drink  !  that  your  days  nuvy  end  siHjedily, 
And  earth,  for  your  abst^nce,  lietter  be  1 

—Translation  front  the  Persian  of  Omar,  by  H.  O, 


6->     STAND  PIRin. 

Stand  firm  wnen  the  enemy  charges 

Your  ranks  in  all  his  might. 
When  sore  indeed  is  the  danger 

That  lies  in  the  hot,  fierce  fight. 
Cower  not  in  that  hour  of  conflict 

When  the  test  comes  unto  you ; 
But  in  that  hour  of  hoiuB 

To  God  and  yourself  be  true. 

Stand  firm,  and  not  for  an  instant 

Let  the  coward's  thought  be  yours. 
Or  the  heart  that  is  weak  and  trembling 

The  heart  that  not  endures ; 
But  steel  your  breast  to  the  conflict, 

And  with  coiu-age  your  soul  endue  ; 
And  in  that  hour  of  hours 

To  Ood  and  yourself  be  true. 

Stand  firm,  and  so  shall  falter 

The  enemy  at  last, 
Grow  weak,  and  yield  the  conquest ; 

And  the  trial  will  be  past. 
And  so  shall  glorious  victory 

O'er  sin  come  unto  you. 
Since  you,  in  that  hour  of  hours, 

To  God  and  yourself  were  true. 

—  George  Newell  Lovyoy,  in  "  Golden  Ruie". 


Platform  PicARtA 


i 


05    "VVK  UOT   IT!  "  OH.  TIIK   H1MNKE.|,KII 
Jl'BIIiANT. 

"  I've  Kot  it !     I've  got  it !  "  ho  Rhouted  with  joy, 
Anil  fhncklod  aii<l  danced  like  n  linlf-wittctl  Imy  ! 
And  wliat  Iirh  he  gotten  —  this  iKMiaterV  jniiy  tell ! 
Wliy,  lirenHe  toHend  Ids  weak  nei;^hlK)rH  to  —  well, 

Uuni-drinking,  idlenesH,  BhiftU-HsneM,  Hlianie, 

Ultimate  ruin  of  fortune  and  fame  ! 

"  I've  got  it !    I've  got  it !— they  aigiied  it  liwt  night  1 " 
And  what  doen  thin dtn-ument  grant?    Why,  the  right 
Intoxicant  li<iuorH  of  all  kindw  to  sell. 
To  rake  in  the  dollarH  and  send  men  to  —  well, 

DrunkenncHH.  i>enury,  grow)  8elf-negle<'t, 

LoBH  of  their  own  and  of  otherH*  reHi)ectl 

"  I've  got  it !     I've  got  it  I     I've  got  it !  "    And  now, 
How  came  he  to  get  it  ?     You  ought  to  know  how  1 
Your  ballot  inntructed  the  city  to  sell 
The  right  to  recruit  for  the  armies  of  — well, 
MendicantB.  criminals,  Buicides  —  all 
Who  \mder  the  curHe  of  the  rum-trafHc  fall ! 

"  I've  got  it !    I've  got  it !  "    Ah  !  yes,  bo  he  haa ! 
And  thouHands  of  others  have  "got  it,"  alas ! 
And  millions  of  people  are  rushing  pell-mell 
Into  these  liceuHed  recruit  shops  of  —  well, 
»  Why  don't  you  stop  it?    Why  vote  for  the  men 
Who  vote  for  saloons?    Don't  do  it  again  ! 

—  Lorin  Ludloio, 

66.    THE   LAND  OF   PROHIBITION. 

No  broken  windows  or  hanging  doors. 
No  grensy  walls  or  dirty  floors, 
But  pretty  homes  and  gardens  gay, 
Scent  of  sweet  flowers  mile"  away 
In  the  Land  of  Prohibition. 

No  "  raggit  weans,"  no  weary  wives, 
No  women  in  fear  for  their  wretched  lives, 
But  merry  maids  and  bonny  boys. 
And  streets  alive  with  gladr  ome  noise 
In  the  liand  of  Prohibition. 


'joy. 

Imy  I 
y  toll ! 
-well, 
no, 

Ht  night ! " 
the  right 

II, 


11(1  now, 
w  how  I 


1! 
has! 


men 

rin  Ludloto. 

ON, 


lives, 


I'l.ATKOIlM  I'KAUIJ*. 


flO 


Ni)  iwhing  hoiirtH  luxl  dnigging  fi'i't, 
No  un.«ini>loye<l  in  any  Hin'.'t. 
Hut  iH.nmling Htop  a.ul  ihcory  Hong. 
Worli  for  the  willing,  brave,  an.l  Htrong 

In  the  LiHul  of  Prohibition. 
No  frowning  jailn  or  i-risonH  .Irear, 
No  criniinalH  in  training  here, 
But  far  and  wide  our  banner  waves 
O'er  men  who  never  Hhall  ImHlaveH  — 

In  the  Land  of  Prohibition. 
No  public  debt  to  make  men  frown. 
No  breaking  bankH  to  (^UBh  them  down, 
No  empty  coffers  in  the  wtate, 
For  debtH  are  small  and  incomes  great 
In  the  I^nd  of  l»rohil)ition. 

Dear,  far-t)ff  country  of  my  birth. 
The  grandest  spot  uinm  the  earth, 
Oh,  may  I  live  to  see  the  day 
When  all  thy  woe  shall  pa»«  away, 
And  glorious,  beautiful,  and  free 
Thou  shalt  arise  victoriously  — 

The  Land  of  Prohibition. 

-Jlfrs.  HarriHon  Lee,  Victoria,  An>,tralta. 


07.    THK  NF<TAK  OF   THK  HII.I.S. 

we  i^etize  about  ^^ ;'- -  - j^;:  ^^^^^^ 
shower,  or  flaahing  m  the  lake,  or  ^^V^^'^^'^  ordinarily  we 
or  enthroned  in  the  rainlK,w ;  but  how  I'^^^^^f'Tlvu,  in- 
think  of  the  necessity  which  it  supplies.    No  one  but    be  in 
finite  God  could  mix  this  elixir  commonly  called  ^atc';    ^l' 

would  be  death.    So  simple  it  seems,  that,  I'O"'^®"  ^^    ,    ^  ^  . 


ff 


90 


Platform  Pearlb. 


and  is  so  suiKjrior  to  all  other  beverages  that  whatevtn-  else  we 
taste,  with  watei  we  close  the  feast,  banishing  all  other  tastes 
from  our  mouths  with  a  sip  -^f  this  divinely-mingled  liquid. 
Its  importance  God  indicated  when,  in  the  formation  of  the 
earth.  He  put  into  it  two  and  three-fourths  times  more  water 
than  dry  land.  You  thank  God  for  bread,  why  not  thank  Him 
for  water  ?    The  one  is  as  great  a  necessity  as  the  other. 

And  here  let  me  say  there  is  no  excuse  for  any  American 
city  being  short  of  supply  when  there  are  great  lakes  of  fresh 
wat«r  ard  great  rivers  of  fresh  water  North,  South,  East,  and 
West.  Why  does  New  York  dip  its  cup  into  a  puddle  a  few 
miles  up,  when  it  might  pour  Lake  George  and  Niagara  Falls 
into  its  chalices  ?  If  a  small  part  of  the  money  misappropriated 
in  half  the  cities  were  devoted  to  the  bringing  down  of  more 
abundant  waters,  there  would  be  in  no  city  of  America  any 
Uireat  of  water  famine.  But  for  the  present  necessity,  let  us 
ask  (Jod  for  rain.  Elijah's  prayer  brought  down  the  showers, 
and  your  prayers  and  tb°  prayers  of  all  the  people  can  do  as 
much.  In  answer  to  supplications  already  ascended,  I  think 
the  skies  are  now  preparing  for  a  great  rain,  and  the  windows 
of  heaven  will  be  opened,  and  the  reservoirs  will  be  filled. 

Water— study  it.  One  glass  of  it  is  enough  to  confound  the 
chemist  and  overwhelm  the  Christian.  Meanwhile,  never  par- 
take of  this  superb  and  delicious  liquid  without  emotion  of 
gratitude  to  God.  Stand  around  this  .  ectar  of  the  hills,  and 
drink,  all  of  you,  tO  the  praise  of  Him  who  brewed  it  among 
the  mountains.  I  rejoice  that  the  Bible  is  all  asparklo  with 
fountains  and  wells  and  rivers  and  oceans.  They  toss  up  their 
brightness  from  almost  every  chapter,  Solomon  exclaims, 
"  As  cold  water  to  a  tliirsty  soul,  so  is  good  news  from  a  far 
country."  Isaiah,  speaking  of  the  blessedness  of  Christians, 
says,  "They  shall  spring  up  as  willows  by  the  water  courses." 
In  the  canticles,  the  church  is  often  spoken  of  as  a  "  well  of 
living  water,"  and  "  streams  from  Lebanon."  The  prophet, 
glowing  with  anticipation  of  the  millennium,  says,  "Streams 
shall  break  forth  in  the  desert ";  and  to  make  heaven  the  more 
alluring  to  those  who  have  lived  on  the  banks  of  rivers,  and 
are  fond  of  landscapes  ribboned  and  glorified  with  bright 
streams,  St.  John  says,  "  He  showed  me  a  pure  river  of  water 
of  life,  cloar  as  crystal,  proceeding  out  of  tlio  throne  of  God 
and  the  Lamb."  —liev.  T.  De  Witt  Talmage. 


I'LATK       M  PKAHLS. 


91 


t«>vt?r  else  we 
I  other  tastes 
iigletl  liquid, 
lation  of  the 
1  more  water 
it  thank  Him 
ather. 

Qy  American 
akes  of  fresh 
th,  East,  and 
juddle  a  few 
Niagara  Falls 
appropriated 
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i^merica  any 
lessity,  let  iia 
the  showers, 
)le  can  do  as 
ided,  I  think 
the  windows 
e  filled. 

jonfound  the 
e,  never  par- 
;  emotion  of 
he  hills,  and 
ed  it  among 
jparklo  with 
toss  up  their 
•n  excIaimB, 
s  from  a  far 
f  Christians, 
ter  courses." 
ia  "well  of 
'he  prophet, 
8,  "Streams 
ren  the  more 
:  rivers,  and 
with  bright 
ver  of  water 
rone  of  Grod 
Talmage. 


68.    WHY  f 

He  c-ouldnt  write,  he  couldn't  read, 

He  little  knew  nor  cared 
AlHHit  the  people's  wrongs  and  need ; 
How  others  lived  he  took  no  heed, 

Nor  how  they  fared. 
The  big  saloon  he  couldn't  pass. 

Nor  iwols  of  any  type. 
He  couldn't  live  without  hin  glass. 
And  he  was  miserable,  alas ! 

Without  his  pipe. 
On  public  streams,  whiche'er  the  way, 

He  could  do  naught  but  float ; 
And  on  the  questions  of  the  day, 
He  couldn't  think,  he  couldn't  pray — 

But  he  could  vote. 
She  couldn't  drink,  she  couldn't  swear, 

She  couldn't  even  smoke ; 
Nor  could  she  open  wrongs  declare, 
Nor  with  a  ballot  did  she  dare 

The  right  invoke. 
She  loved  the  people  and  she  knew 

The  questions  passing  by 
Were  weighty  ;  her  conclusions  drew— 
And  out  of  these  convictions  grew, 
Tlie  how  and  ii'hy. 

She  kept  herself  outside  the  rut ; 

From  leading  minds  could  quote  ; 
She  had  opinions  clearly  cut ; 
Could  write  and  read  and  reason  —  hut 

Shecould  not  vote. 

—  Haitie  Horner  Louthan. 


69.    THE  SUPREME  CUKSE. 

The  supreme  or  capital  curse  of  the  nineteenth  century  is 
summed  up  iu  the  one  word  "  saloon,"  because  its  mfluence 
extends  in  Lll  directions  ;  and  wherever  it  i«  f  *' h"^;" '^^!; 
ery,  degradation,  and  moral  eclipse  follow.  It  .s  the  <Jev.l-fish 
of  our  civili/.ation,  whose  every  tentacle  crushes  to  death.    It 


Platfokh  Pkarls. 


pollutes  politics ;  it  degrades  manhood ;  it  makes  a  possible 
murderer  of  every  victim  ;  it  fills  the  slums  with  want  and 
wretchedness ;  it  crowds  our  jails  to  overflowing,  and  is  a  lead- 
ing factor  in  populating  insane  asylums,  almshouses,  and  the 
Potter's  fields ;  it  destroys  the  physical  strengf  li  of  manhood  ;  it 
beclouds  the  intellect ;  it  obliterates  moral  ijitegrity.  But, 
towering  above  all  this,  its  crowning  evil,  and  that  which 
makes  its  existence  the  national  crime  of  the  age,  is  its  effect 
upon  the  guiltless.  The  innocent  wife,  the  prattling  children, 
and  the  unborn  baby  all  feel  its  cruel  curse.  This  is  the  phase 
of  the  problem  which  makes  its  toleration  a  crime  of  measure- 
less proportions.  The  supremacy  of  the  saloon  affords  a  most 
impressive  illustration  of  the  possibility  of  a  whole  nation  be- 
coming morally  aneestliotized  by  a  curse  constantly  before  its 
vision,  and  whose  weaiih  is  lavishly  used  to  quell  all  opposition 
which  would  deal  it  mortal  blows.  We  build  insane  asylums 
and  incarcerate  madmen,  for  the  protection  of  the  lives  of  their 
families  and  others ;  but  here  we  find  a  so-called  Clu-istian 
nation  giving  the  stamp  of  legality  to  a  traffic  which  takes  from 
thousands  of  innocent  people  every  gleam  of  hope  and  happi- 
ness, clothin^,  bodies  in  rags  and  minds  in  perpetual  fear. 
If  the  saloon  cui-sed  only  its  victims  the  case  would  be  differ- 
ent ;  but  it  is  the  gloved  hand  behind  the  automatic  victim 
which  is  responsible  for  a  large  proportion  of  the  crimes  com- 
mitted yearly  against  the  innocent.  —  B.  O.  Flower. 


70.    THE  SPEECHIiESS. 

Ye  call  them  dumb,  and  deem  it  well, 
How  e'er  theii  bursting  hearts  may  swell, 
They  have  no  voice  their  woes  to  tell, 

As  fabulists  have  dreamed. 
They  can  not  cry  "  O  Lord  how  long 
Wilt  Thou,  the  patient  Judge  and  strong. 
Behold  thy  creatures  suffer  wrong 

Of  these  thy  blood  redeemed?  " 

Yet  are  they  silent?  need  they  speech 

His  Holy  sympathies  to  reach. 

Who  by  their  lips  could  prophets  teach, 

And  for  their  sakes  would  spare ; 
When,  wrestling  with  His  own  decree, 
To  save  rejientant  Nineveh, 


1 


akes  a  possible 
with  want  and 
g,  and  is  a  lend- 
tiouses,  and  the 
of  manhood ;  it 
jitegrity.  But, 
lid  that  which 
age,  is  its  effect 
.ttling  children, 
his  is  the  phase 
ne  of  measure- 
t  affords  a  most 
'hole  nation  be- 
mtly  before  its 
II  all  opposition 
insane  asylums 
be  lives  of  their 
ailed  Cliristian 
lich  takes  from 
ope  and  happi- 
perpetual  fear. 
?ould  be  differ- 
itomatic  victim 
he  crimes  com- 
t,  O.  Flower. 


eU, 


«. 


ire; 


He  foui*. 

So"m.w. 

Have  they  no  language  ?    Angels  n^ 
Who  take  account  of  every  blow : 
And  there  are  angel  hearts  below, 

On  whom  the  Eternal  Dove 
His  penticostal  gift  hath  poured, 
And  that  forgotten  speech  restored 
That  filled  the  garden  of  the  Lord 

When  Nature's  voice  was  love. 

Oh,  West  are  they  the  creatures  bless ! 
And  yet  that  leealth  of  tenderness. 
In  look,  in  gesture,  in  caress, 

By  which  our  hearts  they  teach. 
Might  tvell  the  thoughtful  spirit  grieve, 
BeUeving  —  as  we  must  believe  — 
How  little  they  from  man  receive. 

To  whom  they  give  so  much, 

Tliey  may  be  silent,  as  ye  say. 
But  woe  to  them  who,  day  by  day. 
Unthinking  for  what  boon  they  pray. 

Repeat  "  Thy  kingdom  come." 
Who,  when  before  the  Great  White  Throne, 
Shall  plead  that  mercy  may  be  shown, 
Find  aw/wJ  voices  drown  their  own, 

The  voiceB  of  tlie  dumb. 

—  Anna  Drury. 


Tl.    WHAT  DO  YOW  CABK? 

Strong  men  are  falling  on  every  hand. 
Havoc  appalling  is  wrought  in  the  land ; 
Pestilence,  famine,  and  war  are  outdone  — 
Never  more  damning  ill  under  the  sun  — 
Highest  and  lowest  are  caught  in  the  snare  ; 
Statesmen  and  patriots,  Ijehat  do  you  care  f 

Women  are  weeping  worn  hearts  away. 
Fasting  and  watch  keeping  day  after  day ; 
Tremblingly  waiting  steps  that  were  dear. 
Love  soured  to  hating,  hope  chilled  to  fear ; 


..„ost  can  ]^nr 
,  II II (it  (to  you  care  f 

.  are  crying  for  love  and  for  bread, 
Needlessly  dying,  happy  when  dead  ; 
Carrying  fr'andless  hearts  made  for  fun 
Through  shadows  endless,  life  just  began  : 
Aimlessly  wandering,  hungry,  and  bare ; 
Fathers  and  mothers,  what  do  you  care  ? 

Babes  are  polluted,  cursed  from  their  birth, 
Pju"ents  embruted  fixing  their  worth, 
Infancy  prized  by  the  Spirit  of  Wine  — 
Tlie  modern  Moloch  —  is  burnt  .at  his  shrine  ; 
Daily  his  priests  for  their  altars  prepare ; 
Charapi'jns  of  Christendom,  ichat  do  you  care  f 

Daily  the  weak  to  slavery  sink. 

Vainly  they  seek  escajH*  from  the  drink ; 

Household  and  neighbor,  involved  in  their  thrall. 

Fruitlessly  labor  to  break  the  fall ; 

Piteously  rises  the  victim's  prayer ; 

Lovers  of  freedom,  ?<'/(«<  do  you  care  ? 

Jesus  by  dying  liberty  gave  ; 

Love  self-denying  onlj  can  save ; 

Light  to  its  strength  is  the  temperance  cross, 

Glorious  at  length  the  gain  of  its  loss  ; 

Paaeion  and  triumph  Love  asks  us  to  share ; 

Friends  of  the  Saviour,  what  do  you  care  ? 

—  I.  F.  B.  Tinling. 


\i 


73.    DEACON  BEERY'S  PROTEST. 

Deacon  Beery  went  into  the  commissioner's  office  where 
licenses  for  selling  liquor  are  sold.  He  was  off  in  one  corner 
reading  Bishop  Molehill's  tract  on  "  High  License."  Being  a 
little  near-sighted  in  his  ears,  he  failed  to  hear  correctly  what 
the  next  applicant  for  license  said,  but  he  thought  he  heard  the 
following : 

"  Mr.  Commissioner,  I  want  a  license  to  get  drunk.  I  want 
to  get  drunk  for  a  year,  and  make  myself  dangerous  to  all.  I 
want  to  pay  for  all  the  crime  I  shall  commit,  and  I  want  to 
pay  for  it  in  advance.    Wliat's  the  bill  ?  " 


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"One  liiimlrt'il  dollars,"  was  the  reply. 

Tlic  man  ttxik  tlic  license  and  departed.  The  deacon  was 
paralyzed  with  horror.    Coming  to  the  desk  he  said : 

"  Is  it  really  possible  that  yon  let  a  man  commit  a  crime  by 
paying  his  fine  in  advance?  What  a  state  of  morals  we  have 
reached !  It  seems  to  me  the  avenging  hand  of  justice  must 
be  near.  Shame  1  Everlasting  shame  and  contempt  on  such 
laws ! " 

"  You  don't  understand,"  said  the  clerk.  "  The  man  does 
not  want  a  license  to  do  wrong  ;  he  simply  wants  a  license  to 
make  other  people  commit  crime.  He  himself  is  a  very  moral 
man.  This  money  I  just  received  is  needed  to  pay  damages 
arising  from — " 

"From  what? "  shrieked  the  deacon. 

"  From  the  liquor  traffic,"  said  the  clerk.  "  In  fact,"  con- 
tinued the  clerk,  "out  of  every  |17  damages  from  liquor,  we 
make  the  dealers  pay  one  by  the  way  of  a  tax  —  some  call  it 
license." 

"And  the  people  ?  "  said  the  deacon. 

"  Pay  the  |16,"  was  the  calm  reply. 

The  deacon  put  the  tract  in  the  stove  and  started  down- 
stairs, saying,  "  '  Lead  us  not  into  temptation ';  and  if  the  wel- 
fare of  Thy  Kingdom  demands  tliat  I  should  refuse  to  lead 
others  in,  even  tho  my  party  should  lose  a  vote,  yet  I  say, 
'True  and  righteous  are  thy  ways  altogether,  O  Lord.' " 

The  deacon  was  converted.  —  Hovii  Gazette. 


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73.    EVE'S  RECOmPENSE. 

A  woman  once,  in  Paradise,  'tis  said, 

Sinned,  and  brought  countless  curses  on  her  head ; 

And  not  alone  she  suffered,  but  on  all 

Her  race  bestowed  the  harvest  of  her  fall. 

Her  husband,  too,  shared  the  disastrous  sin. 

And  brought  the  whole  family  of  mankind  in. 

He,  timid  soul,  was  fearful  of  his  life, 

And  whispered  faintly,  "  Lord,  it  was  my  wife  — 

She  tempted  me  I "    O  father  of  the  race ! 

Tliat  speech  but  added  more  to  thy  disgrace  I 

To  think  a  member  of  the  "  weaker  sex  " 
Shoukl  have  such  power  his  mighty  soul  to  vex ! 


Sti 


Pl^TFOUM  PkAKI^. 


{   • 


RpcauBe  her  opjiortunity  was  first 
Ere  his,  wliy  is  she  more  aticiirHt  ? 
Perliaps  her  lord  was  jealous  that  not  he 
Was  oflfert'd  first  the  fruit  of  wisdom's  tree. 
But  woman,  for  the  wit  she  paid  in  pa.'n. 
Resolves  the  sacrifice  shall  not  be  vain  ; 
And,  tho  her  trials  high  as  heaven  mount, 
Decides  they  shall  be  turned  to  good  account. 

First  in  transgresg.on,  first  repentant,  she 
In  works  benev'lent  ever  first  will  be. 
Experience-taught,  all  Satan's  wiles  to  shun, 
She  longs  to  shield  her  husband,  brother,  son. 
Satan,  too  wise  to  try  his  former  plan. 
Tempts,  in  another  way,  the  race  of  man. 
Foreseeing  in  the  apple  no  excuse, 
Decides,  this  time,  to  try  the  apple's  juice. 
Through  this,  to  wine  and  beer,  the  danger  grows, 
Till ,  U  man's  shame  is  written  on  his  nose. 

Now  woman  comes  to  thwart  the  demon's  plan. 

Abolish  alcoh'^1,  and  save  the  man  ; 

First  moral  suasion  tries,  but  little  gains, 

But  scorn  and  ridicule  for  all  her  pains. 

The  man,  so  willing  to  be  led,  of  yore, 

By  Eden's  queen,  now  wills  to  go  before. 

Now,  to  be  led  by  woman  is  a  shame, 

The  world  will  laugh,  'twill  hurt  his  manly  name. 

Next,  woman  thinks  by  law  to  thwart  the  Devil, 

And  by  her  ballot  to  undo  the  evil. 

But  Satan,  in  a  politician's  coat. 

Cries  out  in  terror,  "  Don't,  don't  let  her  vote  ! " 

For  tho  he  haa  a  throne  in  every  land, 

Tlie  Devil  dreads  a  blow  from  woman's  hand. 

But  she,  who  suffers  most  beneath  his  reign, 

Predestined  is  to  forge  his  final  chain. 

She  who  first  sinned  is  set  apart  by  fate 

To  banish  wrong  and  her  sin  expiate. 

For  righteoim  lawn  and  equal  rig'itj  we  stand, 

For  God  and  home,  our  own  and  every  land. 

—  Mabel  B.  Winter. 


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abel  B.  Winter. 


74.     •  DOBI.KSK*  S   KBBKNTS." 

(Dialogue,  arranged  fro.n  Iho  Interview  In-tween  8a.nn„.l.a  an.l  the  Senator, 
In  JoBlah  Allen-B  Wife's  "  Sweet  Cicely.'") 

SenaU^ibormngprofmmdly):  "Shall  I  have  the  inexpreB- 
Bible  honor  and  the  delightful  joy  of  aiding  you  in  any  way? 
If  so,  command  me." 

Samantka  {impresdvety):  "Dorlesky  Burpy  Bent  these  er- 
rents  to  you.  She  wanted  intemperance  done  away  with - 
he  wWsky  ring  l.roke  right  up.  She  w.uited  you  to  drink 
nothin'  stronger  than  root-beer  when  you  had  company  to  d  n- 
nefshe  offerin'to  send  you  a  receint  for  it  from  Jonesv.Ue  ; 
.  Td  she  wanted  her  rights,  and  she  wanted  'em  all  this  week 
without  fail." 

bUGHT  PAUSK. 

Samantha:  "  Now,  can  you  do  Dorlesky's  errents?  and  will 

you?"  ,.„   „, 

.Senator  (examining  comer  of  Samantha^s  r»»«"'^"» J; 
-  Am  I  mistaken,  or  is  this  the  tiimming  called  piping?  or  can 
it  be  Kensington  tatting?" 

A  PAUSE. 

Senator  (contimdng) :  "Have  I  not  heard  a  rumor  that 
bangs  were  going  out  of  style?  I  see  you  do  not  wear  your 
3  hair  bang-Tike,  or  a  pompidorus !  Ah!  women  are  ovely 
creatures,  lovely  beings,  every  one  of  them."  (Siglnng.)  "  1  on 
are  very  beautiful." 

Samantha:  "I  shall  do  Dorlesky's  errents  and  do  em  to 
the  best  of  my  ability ;  and  you  can't  draw  off  my  attentmn 
from  her  sufferin's  and  her  suffragin's  by  talkin'  about  bangs. 

Senator:  "I  would  love  to  oblige  Dorlesky,  because  she 
belongs  to  such  a  lovely  sex.  Wimmen  are  the  k.vehest,  most 
a^gelfc  creatures  that  ever  walked  the  earth  :  they  are  perfect, 
flawless,  like  snow  and  roses." 

Samantha:  "That  hain't  no  such  thing.  Th«y  ^^ J^ 
agreeable  creeters  a  good  deal  of  the  time  .They  ha"^/"^ 
better  than  men.  But  they  ought  to  have  their  rights  all  the 
Sme.  Now,  Dorlesky  is  disagreeable,  and  kinder  fierce  ac  m  , 
"nd  est  as  Immbly  as  they  make  women;  ^"t  tha  hain  t  n 
sign  she  ort  to  be  imposed  upon.  Josiah  says  '  She  hadn  t  ort 
to^ave  a  right,  not  a  single  right,  because  she  is  so  humbly. 
But  I  don't  feel  so." 
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Senator :  "  Who  is  Josiah  ?" 

Samantha:  "  My  husband." 

Senator:  "Ah!  your  husliand  !  yes,  woi.ion  Hhould  liavo 
huGbands  iimtead  of  rights.  They  do  not  need  rightH,  tliey 
need  freedom  from  alJ  cares  and  siiflFeringH.  Sweet,  lovely 
l)eing8,  let  them  have  husbands  to  lift  them  above  all  eartlily 
carcH  r.n.1  trials  !  Oh!  angels  of  our  homer —  fly  around,  ye 
ar.gels,  in  your  native  haimts !  mingle  aot  with  rings,  and  vile 
laws ;  flee  away,  flee  above  them," 

SaiiKtntha  :  "  Dorlesky  would  have  been  glad  to  flew  above 
'em.  But  the  ring  and  the  vile  laws  laid  holt  of  her,  unbe- 
knovm  to  her,  and  dragged  her  down.  She  didn't  meddle  with 
the  political  ring,  but  the  ring  meddled  with  her.  Hew  can 
she  fly  when  the  weight  of  this  infamous  traffic  is  h  holdin'  her 
down?" 

Senator  :  "  Ahem !  Ahem,  as  it  were  —  as  I  was  saying,  my 
dear  madam,  these  angelic  angels  of  our  homes  are  too  ethe- 
real, too  dainty,  to  mingle  with  the  rude  crowds.  We  political 
men  would  fain  keep  them  as  they  are  now  :  we  are  willing  to 
stand  the  rude  buffetings  of  —  of  —  voting,  in  order  to  guard 
these  sweet,  delicate  creatu^-es  from  any  hardships.  Sweet, 
tender  beings,  we  would  fain  guard  you  —  ah,  yes !  ah,  yes : 

Samantha :  "  Cease  instantly,  or  my  sickness  will  increase ; 
for  such  talk  is  like  thoroughwort  or  lobelia  to  my  moral  stom- 
ach. You  know,  and  I  know,  that  these  angelic,  tender  bein's, 
half  clothed,  fill  our  streets  on  icy  midnights,  huntin'  up 
drunken  husbands  and  fathers  nad  oons.  Tliey  are  starved, 
they  are  frozen,  they  are  beaten,  they  are  made  childless  and 
hopeless,  by  dnuiken  husbands  killing  their  own  flesh  and 
blood.  They  gj  down  into  the  cold  waves  and  are  drowned 
by  drunken  captains  ;  they  are  ca«i  from  railways  into  death 
by  drunken  engineers  ;  they  go  up  on  the  scaffold,  and  die  of 
crimes  committed  by  the  direct  aid  of  this  agent  of  hell. 

"Women  had  ruther  be  a  flyin'  round  than  to  do  all  this, 
but  they  can't.  If  you  want  to  be  consistent  —  if  you  are  bound 
to  make  angels  of  women,  you  ort  to  furnish  a  free,  safe  place 
for  'em  to  soar  in.  You  ort  to  keep  the  angels  from  bein'  med- 
dled with,  and  bruised,  and  killed,  etc." 

Senator :  "  Ahem  —  as  it  were,  ahem." 

Samantha:  "I  am  sorry  for  Dorlesky,  wrry  for  the  hull 


women 
loBky's 

conceri 
tainly  i 

San 

could  < 

merely 

then  b 

France 

land  : 

ouhV" 

Sen 

'of  del 

The  B 

might 

Sa' 

chaptt 

by  a  ' 

round 

over. 

"J 

when 

like  1 

thing 

a 

Hew 
from 
hard 

CI 

right 
S 
errai 
righi 
agai 
towi 


.ion  Hhoukl  havo 
leetl  rights,  tlicy 
'..  Sweet,  lovely 
above  all  earthly 
—  fly  around,  ye 
;Ii  rings,  and  vile 

;lad  U)  Ik'w  above 
[)lt  of  her,  unbe- 
dn't  meddle  with 
1  her.  Hew  can 
Ic  ip  'i  holdin'  her 

I  was  saying,  my 
aes  are  too  ethe- 
dfl.  We  political 
wo  are  willing  to 
Q  order  to  guard 
rdships.  Sweet, 
1,  yes !  ah,  yes '. 

ess  will  incteese ; 
}  my  moral  stom- 
lic,  tender  bein's, 
;hts,  huntin'  up 
Tiey  are  starved, 
ide  childless  and 
•  own  flesh  and 
ind  are  drowned 
Iways  into  death 
iffold,  and  die  of 
3nt  of  hell, 
an  to  do  all  this, 
if  you  are  bound 
I  free,  safe  place 
i  from  bein'  med- 


•rry  for  the  hull 


I'l.ATKOHM   1'KAKI.H. 


Can  yoti,  and  will  you,  do  Dor- 


women  rnco  of  tlie  nation, 
lesky's  errents?"  .  , ,    , 

Senator:  "Well,  so  far  as  giving  Di^rlesky  her  rights  is 
concerned,  nut...a!  human  instinct  is  against  the  change.  Cer- 
tainly inwlern  hiHtory  don't  seem  to  encourage  the  scheme. 

Samanthu:  -We  won't  argue  long  on  that  l>^'i^^' ^^  \ 
could  overwhelm  ,  .u  if  I  approved  of  ..veiwhelmin .  But  I 
merely  ask  you  to  .a.t  your  right  eye  over  into  Engla«d  and 
then  Uond  it  into  France.  Men  have  ruled  exclusively  m 
France  for  the  last  forty  or  fifty  years,  and  a  wom.ui  in  Eng- 
land :  which  realm  has  l)een  the  most  peaceful  and  prosiier- 

ous  V "  A.  A    I 

■    Senator  :  "  Well,  but  you  people  seem  to  place  a  great  deal 

/of  deiK'ndence  on  thn  Bible.    The  Bible  is  against  the  idea^ 

The  Bible  teaches  man's  supremacy,  man's  abst.lute  power  and 

might  and  authority." 

Saviatha  :  "Why,  how  you  talk  !  Why,  i" J^e  ^.^j^.^ »"* 
chapter,  the  Bible  tells  how  man  was  jest  turned  right  lound 
byTw;man.  It  teaches  how  she  not  only  turned  man  right 
round  to  do  ,^s  she  wanted  him  to,  but  turned  the  huU  world 

"A  few  years  later,  after  men  and  women  prew  wiser, 
when  we  hear  of  women  ruling  Israel  openly  and  honestly, 
X  Miriam,  Deborah,  and  other  likely  old  4  mothers,  why, 

thincA  went  on  beHer.  .        ,,  .  i 

"And,  as  I  said  before,  if  G.xl  called  woman  into  this  work, 
He  will  enable  her  to  carry  it  through.  He  will  protect  her 
Trom  her  own  weaknesses,  and  from  the  misapprehensions  and 
hard  judgments  and  injustices  of  a  gain-saying  word. 

"Will  you  do  Dorlesky's  errents?  Will  you  give  her  her 
rights  ?    And  will  you  break  the  Wliisky  Ring  ?  " 

senator :  "  My  dear  madam,  I  would  love  »«  do  Dorl«ky's 
errST.  You  hive  convinced  -.  that^t  ^ouW  l«  aust  and 
rieht  to  do  them,  but  the  Constitution  of  the  United  States  is 
agtns^  them.  As  the  laws  are,  I  can  not  make  any  move 
towards  doing  either  of  the  errands.' 

Savmntha:  "  Can't  the  laws  be  changed  ? " 

Senator:  "Be  changed?    Change  the  laws  of  fe  Umfc^ 

States?    Tamper  with  the  glorious  5«"««t-*;°°„^*  "^^^^1 
fathers  left  us  -  an  immortal,  sacred  legacy  ?    Can  it  be  that  I 


■    I  ■   Til 


li' 


I 


!! 


I, 


Jtni 


Platform  PrARr^. 


lu'iir<'.  my  ear  ariKht  V  or  did  you  B]N>Hk  of  changinK  the  unal 
torable  laws  of  tlie  United  StatcH  — tanip<>riiin  with  the  Ckjiuiti- 
tution  V " 

Smnanthd  :  "  Ye8,  that  Ih  what  I  Haiil.  Hain't  tliey  never 
iK'en  changed  ?  " 

Senator :  "  Oh,  well,  yen  ;  they  have  l)een  change*!  in  caacH 
of  neceBsity." 

Sumanthii  :  "The  laws  have  been  changed  to  benefit 
wluHky  dealei-H.  And  you  jest  said  1  hud  convinced  you  that 
Dorle«ky'B  errents  wuh  errenta  of  truth  and  justice,  and  you 
would  love  to  do  "em." 

Senator :  "  Well,  y«'«,  yes  —  I  would  love  to  —  as  it  were  — 
but,  really,  my  dear  madam,  much  as  I  would  like  to  oblige 
you,  I  have  not  the  time  to  devote  to  it.  We  Senators  and 
Congressmen  are  ho  driven,  and  bard-worked,  that  really  we 
have  no  time  t^*  devote  to  the  cause  of  Right  and  Justice.  I 
don't  think  you  realize  the  constant  pressure  of  hard  work, 
that  is  ageing  tw,  and  wearing  us  out,  before  our  day. 

"  As  I  said,  we  have  to  watch  the  liquor-interest  constantly, 
to  see  that  the  liquor-dealers  suffer  no  loss  —  we  hare  to  do 
that.  Taking  it  with  other  kindred  laws,  and  the  constant 
strain  on  our  minds  in  trying  to  jiass  laws  to  increase  our  own 
salaries,  you  can  see  just  how  cramped  we  are  for  time.  And 
though  we  would  love  to  pass  some  laws  of  Truth  and  Right- 
eousness—we fairly  ache  to— yet,  not  having  the  requisite 
time,  we  are  obliged  to  lay  'em  on  the  table,  or  under  it." 

Samantha:  "But  just  think  what  you  area  doin'.  You 
are  a  keepin'  Dorlesky  out  of  her  rights  all  this  time  that  you 
are  working  for  your  own  rights,  and  other  folkses.  It  don't 
seem  reasonable.  I  don't  believe  in  it,  nor  Dorlesky  don't.  It 
hain't  honest." 

Senator  :  "  My  dear  madam,  in  public  affairs  it  would  never 
do  to  be  too  honest.  Dishonesty  in  matters  like  that  you  men- 
tion has  come  to  be  considered  nothing  serious  ;  especially 
when  it  pays  so  well.  It  should  be  remembered  that  there  are 
different  degrees  of  dishonesty.    We  senators  find  it  so." 

Samantha :  "  I  don't  know  how  many  degrees  of  dishon- 
esty there  may  be,  but  you  won't  convince  me  that  any  one  of 
'em  is  right.  Howsumever,  it  is  pertectly  clear  that  there  are 
different  degrees  of  insane  craziness,  and  that  you  are  a  suffer- 


PLATrOHM  PBAHIA 


lUl 


.giiiK  the  unal 
kith  tho  ConBti- 

,in't  they  never 

langetl  in  comch 

ged  to  benefit 
rinced  you  that 
imtice,  and  you 

—  as  it  were  — 
1  like  to  oblige 
'e  SenatorB  and 
that  really  we 
and  Jufltice.     I 

of  hard  work, 
ir  day. 

jrest  constantly, 
■  we  hni'e  to  do 
id  the  constant 
icrease  our  own 
for  time.  And 
ruth  and  Right- 
ig  the  requisite 

under  it." 

e  a  doin'.  You 
is  time  that  you 
)lk8ee.  It  don't 
rlesky  don't.     It 

s  it  would  never 
e  that  you  men- 
iouB  ;  especially 
■d  that  there  are 
ind  it  so." 
grees  of  dishon- 
that  any  one  of 
X  that  there  are 
you  are  a  suffei:- 


in'  from  a  voyalent  attack.  I  am  drotful  norry  for  you,  anrl  for. 
your  folks,  but  I  must  \h'  a  goin".  I  niUHt  hunt  up  somolxxly 
who  can  and  will  do  Dorlesky's  erronts." 


75.    "IF." 
If  you  want  a  red  nose  and  dim,  bleary  eyen ; 
If  you  wish  to  l)e  one  whom  all  men  dwpiw  ; 
If  you  wish  to  \te  ragged  and  weary  and  s«itl ; 
If  you  wish,  in  a  word,  to  go  to  the  b«id ; 

Then  drink  ! 

If  you  wish  that  your  life  a  failure  may  be ; 
If  you  wish  to  Ixi  iwnniloss  —  out  at  the  knee ; 
If  you  wish  to  be  houseless,  broken,  forlorn  ; 
If  you  wish  to  see  pointed  the  finger  of  scorn  ; 

Then  drink ! 

If  you  wish  tiiat  your  manhoo<l  be  shorn  of  its  strength  ; 
That  your  days  may  l)e  shortened  to  one-half  their  length  ; 
If  you  like  the  gay  music  of  curse  or  of  wail ; 
If  you  long  for  tho  shelter  of  ptK)rhou8e  or  jail ; 

"Then  drink ! 

If  your  tastes  don't  agree  with  the  "  ifs  "  as  alwve ; 
If  you'd  rather  have  life  full  of  brightness  amd  love  ; 
If  you  care  not  to  venture  nor  find  out  too  soon 
That  the  gateway  to  hell  lies  through  the  saloon  , 

Then  don't  drink  I 

—  William  Howard. 


re.    A  MONO  OP  MABTYBDOM.* 

Tlie  King  of  a  boundless  empire, 

To  his  council  chamber  came ; 
He  summoned  His  loyal  princes. 

He  named  them  each  by  name  ; 
For  His  heart  is  the  heart  of  a  father, 

And  He  knov  cth  His  own  by  sight ; 
And  He  gave  then ,  the  cross  of  the  legion, 

Tlie  badge  of  th  j  blameless  knight. 

As  ever,  the  brave  are  the  tender, 
As  ever,  the  loving  are  strong. 


*  "  1  believe  that  in  go  doing  I  take  my  life  In  my  hana."— frVo.  C.  Haddock. 


108 


1  ;l 


i  ;■ 


PLATniHM  FKAHUI. 


And  to  him  of  tlio  Imurt  of  Iho  lion, 

l)o  th<>  jjriu'OH  of  pity  lH>lonK  ; 
And  the  KiiiK,  to  tlu>  Frinco  of  tlic  FwirU-sM, 

Gave  order  nnd  Hi^n  of  comnmnd  ; 
For  Ho  know  what  niiinncr  of  horo 

Ilad  taken  hiu  life  in  hin  hand. 

Tlien  MjMike  He,  the  King,  to  HIb  chosen  — 

" Go  wage  je  a  warfare  of  |)eai'e  ; 
Proclaim  to  the  children  of  Borrow, 

Tl»e  lM>uutiful  year  of  relt'OHO ; 
They  have  gathered  the  graptw  of  my  gladnorm. 

And  dnmken  the  wine  of  diHtresH ; 
They  have  garnerml  the  grain  of  my  plenty 

For  famine  and  bittemeHB. 

"  And  the  Htrength  and  the  beauty  of  nations 

Have  plighte<l  their  faith  to  the  fm* 
That  bringeth  the  honor  of  manhood, 

Tlie  virtue  of  womanliood,  low  ; 
And  out  of  the  cradli'  of  promise, 

A  childhood,  dishonored  and  weak, 
Goes  forth  with  a  brand  on  its  forehead, 

And  sliame  on  its  innocent  cheek." 

Then  answered  the  Prince  of  the  Fearless  — 

"  I  am  ready,  O  King  !  for  the  fight ; 
My  life  not  so  dear  have  I  counted 

To  myself,  as  the  triumph  of  right." 
But  alas  1  for  the  Prince  and  his  army, 

And  alas !  for  the  hands  that  have  slain, 
Tho  he  sought  not  the  blood  of  the  baaest. 

His  own  was  poured  out  like  the  rain. 

But  out  of  the  dust  of  the  martyr 

Ariseth,  immortal  and  strong. 
The  angel  of  vengeance  and  mercy. 

With  only  a  sword  for  the  wTong. 
■  '^e  sinner.  He  lifteth  and  aaveth, 

i'or  Ho  loveth  the  children  of  men ; 
'Tis  the  soul  of  the  Prince  of  the  Fearless 

Who  leailoth  His  army  again.  —  O.  F.  B, 


.itk 


I'LATroKM   I'ltAKLH. 


un 


irU'sM, 


in  — 

f^ladniwH, 
Icnty 

iiatiotiH 


«1, 


less  — 


(lain, 

nest, 
in. 


less 


—  O.  F.  B. 


TT.    <I'T  DOWN  THK  THKK. 

Yw,  cut  down  the  tree,  tear  (ip  thenx)tM  — tluHtroy  theruni 
traftlf.  Wliy  l(>nK<T  wante  Htren^tl*  and  preciouH  time  loppinK 
off  tlu'  hraiiclieH  and  draKK'"K  t'"*'"  "way,  by  trying  tonwtrict 
by  license  that  which  will  not  Iw  restricted  ?  Why  lonner  pursue 
each  individtml  drunkard  to  his  hiding  place  and  with  pleiwlings 
—  too  often  inefT«K-t\ial  —  wek  to  reclaim  himV  Cut  off  the 
iliimning  ttupplu  from  him,  and  he  mil  thank  yon.  and  i/on 
vill  Jtrti'c  h  in  Houl  alii^e. 

It  is  t<K)  little  known  how  many  victims  of  intoxicants 
fairly  long  for  the  total  succ«'hh  of  the  pres«'nt  forward  move- 
ment to  dry  up  the  streams  of  the  rum  trade. 

Tliey  are  Ixiund  hand  and  fo<»t,  soul  and  Innly,  in  the  iron 
fetttirs  of  apiHitite  now  lieyond  the  control  of  their  will, 
which  in  its  turn  has  l)ecome  the  slave  of  its  tyrannical  rr  aster  ; 
and  they  are  ready  to  welcome  any  means,  any  reme<iy  by 
which  this  dreadful  "  inward  craving  "  shall  l)e  no  loi.ger  sat- 
Isfled. 

A  friend  of  mine  related  to  me  the  following  incident  whicli 
took  place  only  a  few  weeks  since  in  the  city  of  New  York. 

He  stepped  into  a  coffee  saloon  early  one  cold  morning  and 
called  for  a  cup  of  coffee.  The  saloon  had  a  liquor  bar  attached, 
and  the  proprietor  in  handing  the  coffee  to  my  friend  said, 
"Will  you  have  something  else?"  "Nothing  else,"  was  the 
reply,  "  I  drink  nothing  stronger  than  coffee."  While  he  was 
drinking  of  the  cup  a  well-dressed  man  whom  he  had  observed 
walking  the  floor,  stepped  up  to  him  and  gald,  with  an  earnest 
manner,  "Sir,  I  would  give  all  I  am  worth  to  be  able  to  do 
what  you  are  doing."  "How  so,  what  am  I  doing  that  you 
can't  do  ? "  "  Why,  sir,"  spoke  the  earnest  man, ' '  you  can  drink 
your  coffee  with  a  zest,  and  refuse  the  rum  at  that  bar  ;  that's 
what  I  can't  do ;  no,  sir,  I  can't  do  that." 

Build  "  Inebriate's  Asylums"  of  stately  proiwrtions,  a  thing 
of  beauty  in  architecture,  of  Philadelphia  brick  with  mar- 
ble facings,  aa  the  graceful  building  you  see  on  Randall's 
Island  in  the  East  River,  New  York  — build  such  at  im- 
mense cost  for  the  drunkards,  if  yoU  will  — send  out 
your  missionaries  in  the  cities  to  gather  in  and  convert 
others,  drunkards  too  poor  to  be  sent  to  the  marble  palaces ; 
do  all  this  heroically,  and  while  you  are  doing  your  best,  for 
every  man  and  woman  cured,  and  every  one  saved,  the  legal- 


ii. 


I 


104 


Platform  Pkari-R. 


ized  rum  traffic,  supported  by  the  governvient  of  this  nation, 
is  turning  out  one  hundred  ready-made  confirmed  drunkards ! 
0,  tell  it  not  in  Gath,  lest  the  I  hilistines  rejoice  oyer  the  people 
of  the  living  God. 

In  India  twenty  thousand  human  lives  are  annually  de- 
stroyed by  the  bites  of  venomous  reptiles.  The  government, 
careful  of  the  interests  of  its  subjects,  pays  a  certain  sum  for 
the  head  of  every  venomous  reptile  killed  by  any  person. 

In  this  airistian  nation  seventy  thmisand  human  lives  are 
destroyed  annually  by  the  venomous  reptile  found  in  every 
glaas  or  cup  of  alcohol  drank  in  the  land,  yet  this  government, 
instead  of  offering  a  premium  for  the  head  of  this  destroyer, 
keeps  it  in  a  national  cage  and  feeds  it  on  the  finest  of  the 
wheat,  and  corn,  and  barley,  and  offers  a  premium  for  the 
preservation  of  its  life,  while  the  huge  rattlesnake  is  swallowing 
the  precious  lives  of  our  households.  This  is  no  time  for 
argument ;  the  case  doesn't  admit  of  it ;  it  is  life  or  death  to 
the  tens  of  thousands.  A  premium  for  the  death  of  the 
monster ;  a  price  on  his  head  1  Cut  down  the  tree !  For- 
ward, pioneers,  with  your  axes  !     —  Rev.  Dr.  W.  H.  Boole. 


T8.    PROHIBITION'S   BUULE  C'AIili. 

Men  of  purpose,  sound  the  tocsin 

For  the  fray—  for  the  fray. 
Men  of  courage,  raise  the  war-cry. 

Lead  the  way. 
Tlu-ough  the  darksome  forest  streaming, 
Lo  !  the  dawn  of  thought  is  gleaming. 
And  the  sun  of  action  beaming 

Into  day  —  into  day  ; 
Men  of  purpose,  truth,  and  courage, 

Lead  the  way. 

Lo  !  the  waiting  groimd  is  ready 

For  yoiu-  toil  —  for  your  toil ; 
Men  of  purpose  firm  and  steady, 

Break  the  soil ; 
Thickly  sow  the  good  seed  over, 
Straight  and  tiue  the  furrows  cover, 
Rout  the  hungry  birds  that  hover 
For  the  siwil  —  for  the  spoil. 


Platform  Feahls. 


106 


5/  this  nation, 
ed  drunkards ! 
over  the  people 

e  annually  de- 
le  government, 
ertain  sum  for 
ly  person, 
iiman  lives  are 
found  in  every 
lis  government, 
this  destroyer, 
le  finest  of  the 
emium  for  the 
:e  is  swallowing 
is  no  time  for 
life  or  death  to 
(  death  of  the 
the  tree !  For- 
W.  H.  Boole. 


itlili. 


mmg, 
ing, 


ir, 


"Woman's  friend  and  cliiUlren's  lover, 

Break  the  soil. 
Foemen  strong,  with  roar  and  rattle. 

Flock  around  —  flock  around  ; 
Soldiers  in  the  coming  battle. 

Stand  your  ground  ! 
No  time  now  to  halt  or  blunder, 
Cleave  their  gleaming  ranks  asimder, 
While  the  nations  watch  and  wonder, 

Smile  or  frown  —  smile  or  frown. 
Through  the  cannon's  c^aoke  and  thunder, 

Ride  them  down  I 
Men  of  purpose,  sound  the  tocsin 

For  the  fray  —  for  the  fray  ; 
Men  of  courage,  shout  the  war-cry, 

Lead  the  way  1 
Hand  in  hand  in  strength  outgoing, 
Heart  to  heart,  with  love  o'erflowing. 
Breast  to  breast,  with  fervor  glowing, 

Lead  the  way  —  lead  the  way  ; 
Men  of  purpose,  strength,  and  courage. 

Win  the  day  1 

—  lAde  Mervwether. 

79.    A  PliACK  IN  HEAVEN. 

Behrynge,  the  pilgrim,  h.'ting  up  his  head. 
Saw  the  Death  Angel  staudn.::  near  his  bed, 
And  heard  him  say  in  accents  calm  and  cold, 
"  The  names  I  write  within  the  Book  of  Gold 
Are  names  of  those  whose  place  in  heaven  is  won. 
To  gain  this  place  what  hast  thou,  ever  done  ?  " 
Behrynge,  the  pilgrim,  struck  upon  his  breast, 
"  Alas  !  full  many  a  law  have  I  transgresseil. 
Yet  at  God's  feet,  for  creatures  He  hath  made 
Both  mute  and  helpless,  all  my  life  I  laid. 
And  prayed  Him  daily  that  my  strength  might  be 
Their  faithful  safeguard,  as  He  guarded  me. 
The  dumb  beast's  cause  I  plead  through  all  the  land, 
And  stayed  the  torture  of  the  oppressor's  hand. 
My  life,  my  all,  to  the  great  work  I  gave. 
Yet  know  I  not  if  deeds  like  these  can  save." 


106 


Platform  Pearls. 


The  angel  vanislied.     When  at  heaven's  gate, 
Behrynge,  tlie  pilgrim  sadly  came  to  wait, 
Lo  !  the  pearl  portals  flew  asunder  far. 
A  light  shone  round  him  like  a  glorious  star, 
And  a  voice  said,  "  Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
Love  for  the  helplesit  won  thy  place  in  Heaven." 

—  Natn  \V.  C.  T.  U.  Dep't  of  Mercy. 


80.    THK  "PKBSONAIj   I4IBKKTY"  V.HY. 

Guizot  tells  us  in  his  admirable  work,  the  "  History  of  Civil- 
ization "  :  "  Civilization  is  characterized  by  no  one  thing  more 
clearly  than  by  the  voluntary  concession  of  the  liberties  of  the 
individual  citizen  that  he  may  enjoy  something  richer  and 
better  than  civil  liberty  or  organized  liberty." 

I  have  very  little  patience  and  but  small  respect  for  the 
argument  against  Prohibition  based  upon  the  cry  of  personal 
liberty.  You  and  I  may  suffer  curtailment  of  our  private 
rights  and  have  our  personal  liberties  invaded  constantly. 

Some  farmer  five  miles  out  comes  into  your  city  on  Monday 
morning  and  consults  an  attorney.  He  says  :  "I  have  an  ani- 
mal that  died  on  Sunday  morning.  Now,  is  there  anything 
that  stands  in  the  way  of  dressing  that  diseased  animal  and 
using  it  for  food  in  my  own  family?"  and  the  man,  wise  in 
the  law,  tells  him,  "  No,  sir  ;  but  as  a  friend  I  would  not  advise 
you  to  do  it,  but  as  a  matter  of  law  you  have  a  perfect  right  to 
do  so."  "  But,"  said  he,  "  there  is  more  than  I  can  consume  ; 
may  I  not  dress  it  and  put  it  on  the  market?  "  "  No,"  says  the 
lawyer,  "  We  have  a  prohibitory  statute  in  the  state  against 
the  selling  of  diseased  meat." 

"  But,"  says  the  proposed  seller,"  I  will  advertise  it  as  such  ; 
the  purchaser  shall  buy  it  with  full  knowledge  of  the  facts." 
"  No,"  the  lawyer  tells  him.  "the  knowledge  and  consent  of 
the  purcliaser  in  no  way  relieves  you  of  the  obligation  you  have 
assumed,  and  you  can  not  put  diseased  meat  upon  the  market 
and  sell  it  even  with  the  knowledge  and  consent  of  the  pur- 
chaser." 

Here  our  personal  liberties  are  hedged  again.  I  see  that 
beautiful  horse  passing  along  the  green  yonder,  suid  I  Irnve  no 
doubt  were  the  gentleman  in  the  carriage  behind  him  to  put 
him  to  the  very  top  of  his  L'peed  there  would  be  none  to  say  him 
nay  ;  but  let  him  take  him  down  to  the  city  and  speed  the  ani- 


Platform  Pkarls. 


107 


1, 

en." 

't  of  Mercy. 


story  of  Civil- 
ne  thing  more 
iberties  of  the 
ig  ric)>er  and 

ispect  for  the 
•y  of  personal 
)f  our  private 
nstantly. 
ity  on  Monday 
I  have  an  ani- 
here  anything 
d  animal  and 
man,  wise  in 
juld  not  advise 
lerfect  right  to 
can  consume ; 
'  No,"  says  tin 
;  state  against 

tise  it  as  such  ; 
1  of  the  facts." 
,nd  consent  of 
ation  you  have 
on  the  market 
nt  of  the  pur- 

in.  I  see  that 
and  I  liave  no 
nd  him  to  put 
lonetosayhim 
I  speed  the  ani- 


mal at  the  very  top  of  his  speed,  and  ho  would  not  go  two 
blocks  before  some  ix)liceman,  if  he  were  domg  his  duty,  would 
have  the  horse  by  the  bit,  and  another  ix.liceman  would  have 
the  driver  by  the  coat-collar,  and  he  would  lug  him  up  to  the 
police  office -his  personal  liberty  invaded.  Why?  At  the 
behest  of  the  public  good. 

Smallpox  breaks  out  in  your  family  and  your  personal  lil> 
erty  is  at  once  restrained.  You  can  not  go  out  of  your  door  and 
up  and  down  the  street  as  formerly.  Wliy?  Because  your 
personal  liberty  must  give  way  before  the  demand  of  a  higher 
good,  the  preservation  of  the  public  health. 

I  wiU  go  some  of  these  days  over  to  New  York  City  after 
Prohibition  prevails,  and  it  gets  fit  for  a  gentleman  to  live  in 
and  I  wiU  be  on  such  excellent  terms  with  the  citizens  that  I 
can  get  their  endorsement  at  the  bank  for  $100,000;  I  will 
spend  half  of  it  in  buying  an  elegant  building  lot  right  m  the 
heart  of  the  city,  and  then  I  will  accumulate  a  great  quantity 
of  building  material,  and  some  beautiful  morning  a  gentleniMi 
with  a  blue  coat  and  brass  buttons  wiU  wait  upon  me,  and  he 

will  say: 

"  Sir,  are  these  your  preiMiH.-8 ?  "  I  tell  him  they  are.  Is 
this  your  building  material  ? "  I  assure  him  it  is.  "  Now,'^  he 
says  "wiU  you  show  me  your  plans  and  specifications?"  I 
refuse  He  persists  and  I  yield.  He  looks  them  over.  "Now, 
sir,"  he  says,  "I  see  you  intend  to  build  a  four-story  frame 

house." 

I  assure  him  heis  correct.  "  Now,  sir,"  he  adds,  it  is  iny 
official  duty  to  serve  upon  you  a  notice  that  you  can  not  build 
a  frame  house  on  this  lot."  I  say,  "  This  is  a  strange  proceed- 
ing "  and  I  talk  about  the  Fourth  of  July  and  E  Plunbua 
Unuvi,  and  the  blood  of  our  forefathers,  and  the  stars  and 
stripes  and  the  personal  liberty  of  the  individual  citizen,  and  I 
say  :  • 'Tilings  have  come  to  a  pretty  pass,  if  on  my  own  real 
estate  I  can  not  buUd  any  sort  of  a  house  I  please." 

But  I  rave  as  long  as  I  will,  talk  as  loudly  as  I  care  to.  I 
will  run  right  up  hard  against  a  prohibition  that  withm  the 
fire-limits  no  frame  building  shall  be  erected. 

Now  when  ray  friends  talk,  as  they  very  Ukely  will,  about 
Prohibition  interfering  with  the  private  rights  of  the  individual 
citizen,  they  will  not  be  discussing  the  question  we  are  here  to 
examine.     Prohibition  does  not   contemplate  the  individual 


drinking  man.  Prohibition  does  not  propose  to  interfere  with 
the  private  rights  of  any  citizen.  It  takes  a  broad,  comprehen- 
sive, statesmanlike  view  of  the  situation.  Prohibition  must 
and  will  prohibit  for  the  good  of  the  people. 

—  Prof.  Samuel  Dickie. 


81.    THK  PRBHBNT  <;HIHIS.* 

We  see  dimly  in  the  present  what  is  small  and  what  is  great. 
Slow  of  faith  how  weak  an  arm  may  turn  the  iron  helm  of 

fate, 
But  the  soul  is  still  oracular ;  amid  the  market's  din. 
List  the  ominous  stern  whisper  from  the  Delphic  cave  with- 
in— 
"They  enslave  their  children's  children  who  make  compro- 
mise witli  sin." 

C!ount  me  o'er  earth's   chosen  heroes  —  they  were  souls  that 

stood  alone, 
While  the  men  they  agonized   for  hurled  the  contiunelious 

stone. 
Stood  serene  and  down  the  future  saw  the  golden  beam  incline 
lo  !,_<}  side  of  perfect  justice,  mastered  by  their  faith  divine, 
By  one  man's  plain  truth  to  manhood  and  to  God's  Bupreme 

design. 

By  the  light  of  burning  heretics  Clirist's  bleeding  feet  I  track, 
Toiling  up  new  Calvaries  ever  with  the  cross  that  turns  not 

back. 
And  these  mounts  of  anguish  number  how  e««3h  generation 

learned 
One  new  word  of  that  grand  Credo  which  in  prophet-hearts 

hath  burned 
Since  the  first  man  stood  Clod-conquered  with  his  face  to 

heaven  upturned. 

For  humanity  sweeps  onward  ;  wh»e  to-day  the  martjrr  stands, 
On  the  morrow  crouches  Judas  with  the  silver  in  his  hands  ; 
Far  in  front  the  cross  stands  ready  and  the  crackling  fagots 

bum, 
While  the  hooting  mob  of  yesterday  in  silent  awe  retmn 
To  glean  up  the  scattered  ashes  into  history's  golden  urn. 


Tif 
Of 
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ru 

Ne 
Th 
Lo 
La 
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*  By  permiBsion  of  HoiiKliton,  Mifllin  &  Co. 


)  interfere  with 
iad,  comprehen- 
rohibition  must 

imuel  Dickie. 


what  is  g^eat, 
16  iron  helm  of 

s  din, 

phic  cave  with- 

make  compro- 


were  souls  that 

e  contumelious 

en  beam  incline 
•  faith  divine, 
God's  supreme 

ing  feet  I  track, 
that  turns  not 

iach  generation 

prophet-hearts 

ith  his  face  to 

i  nuuiyr  stands, 
in  his  hands ; 
;rackling  fagots 

ve  retmn 
>lden  urn. 


Platform  Pkakls. 


109 


'Tis  as  easy  to  ho  Jieroos  as  to  sit  the  idle  slaves 
Of  a  legendary  virtue  carved  upon  our  fathers'  graves  ; 
Worshippers  c'  light  ancestral  make  the  present  light  a  crime  ; 
Was  the  Mayflower  launched  by  cowards,  steered  by  men  be- 

liind  their  time? 
rum  those  tracks  toward  past  or  future,  that  make  Plymouth 

Rock  sublime  ? 
New  occasions  teach  new  duties ;  Time  makes  ancient  good 

uncouth  ; 
They  must  upward  still,  and  onward,  who  would  keep  abreast 

of  Truth ; 
Lo,  before  us  gleam  our  campfires  I  we  ourselves  must  Pilgrims 

be, 
Uunch  our  Mayflower,  and  steer  boldly  through  the  desperate 

winter  sea, 
Nor  attempt  the  Future'c  iwrtal  with  the  Past's  blood-rusted 
jjgy^  — Javiea  Russell  Lmvell. 

82.    A  CVBTAIN   I.EC!TCHK. 

My  wife  and  I  had  jest  gone  to  bed. 
When  a  curtain  lectur'  to  me  she  reail :  — 
"  Ef  I  was  a  man,"  sez  my  wife  to  me. 
"  I  think  I  should  be  a  man,"  sez  she. 
«'  Why,  wot  is  the  matter,  Jane  V  "  sez  I. 
"  Matter  enough,"  was  her  reply. 
"  I  wouldn't  go  preachin'  temperance 
An'  votin'  for  license,  both  ter  wunce  ! 
I  wouldn't  Stan' up  in    hurch  an' pray 
Fer  the  curse  of  drink  to  be  took  away ; 
Fer  the  Lord  in  marcy  to  look  an'  bless 
The  needy  widder  an'  fatherless. 
An'  then  march  up  to  the  polls  nex'  day 
An'  vote  jest  eggsackly  the  other  way  ! 
I  think  I  should  have  at  my  command 
At  least  jest  a  leetle  grain  of  sand  ; 
An'  whenever  a  pollytishun  showed 
His  rum-blossom  nose  'round  my  abode, 
An'  commenced  his  blarney  to  get  my  vote, 
A-singin'  the  song  he'd  learnt  by  rote, 
I'd  spunk  up  to  him  an'  tell  him  wot 
I  thought  of  him ;  an'  ez  like  ez  not 


110 


Platform  Pkabls. 


I'd  jest  perlitely  show  him  tlio  door, 

An'  invite  him  to  never  call  no  more  1 

I  think  I'd  knovk'  enough,"  sez  Jane, 

"  When  a  rumseller  works  with  might  an'  main 

To  gain  a  p'int  in  the  town  elexshun, 

To  see  that  it  wasn't  jest  my  complexshun ! 

An'  what  he  wanted  bo  awful  bad 

Was  the  very  thing  he  ortn't  to  have ; 

An'  I'd  work  ag'in  it,  tooth  an'  nail. 

My  motto,  '  No  such  word  as  fail  1 ' 

An'  wouldn't  care  one  cent  in  cash 

Ef  the  publicrat  party  went  ter  smash  I 

I'd  hev  my  conshens  clear  an'  sound  — 

An'  know  I  was  treadin'  on  solid  ground." 

"  Ef  I  was  a  man,"  sez  Jane,  once  more, 

But  I  had  already  begim  to  snore. 

I  wasn't  asleep,  but  then  I  meant 

She'd  think  I  was  ;  for  her  argyment, 

I  own,  I  couldn't  quite  answer  it, 

Tho  it  struck  right  home  to  me,  every  bit. 

But  Jane,  she  groaned  when  I  didn't  cheep, 

And  then  turned  over  and  went  to  sleep. 

—  Uiiion  Signal. 


83.    THE  FIHST  HEFOKM. 

Before  any  reform  can  be  secured,  its  friends  must  unite 
against  the  enemy  of  all  reforms  —  the  saloon. 

WmUd  you  secure  ballot  reform  f  Prohibit  flrst  the  liquor 
traffic,  which  degrades  the  citizen,  corrupts  the  voter,  and 
makes  him  the  tool  of  politicians  for  base  political  ends.  What 
profit  would  inure  from  a  State  printed  and  furnished  ballot 
and  secret  voting,  if  the  candidates  are  to  be  named  by  the 
saloon,  platforms  framed  in  a  pothouse,  and  votes  cast  by  a 
hand  guided  by  a  sodden  brain  ? 

Would  you  have  civil  service  reform  f  Prohibit  first  the 
liquor  traffic,  which  names  the  candidates  for  public  office  and 
corrupts  the  integrity  of  officers.  Prohibit  the  saloon,  through 
whose  influence  offices  have  become  positions  to  which  "  no 
wage  worker  need  apply,"  because  he  can  notafford  to  "set  'em 
up  for  the  boys  "  and  control  the  slum  vote. 

Would  you  abolish  ustiry  and  monopolies  f  Prohibit  flrst  the 


sale 
ioni 

tral 
get 
in  1 
jur 

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wo 

afi 
brc 


(Af 


J 


m'main 
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)it, 

eep, 

). 

Union  Signal. 


snds  must  unite 

t  flrst  the  liquor 
the  voter,  and 
;cal  ends.  What 
furnished  ballot 
e  named  by  the 
votes  cast  by  a 

*rohibit  first  the 
public  office  and 
3  saloon,  through 
18  to  which  "  no 
flford  to  "set 'em 

Prohibit  flrst  the 


Platfokm  Pearls. 


Ill 


saloon,  tluough  vvhose  dimr  moiioiKjly  an<l  iUi  purchiwed  min- 
ions aflcend  to  the  throne  of  political  power. 

Would  you  nationalize  indimtry  f  Proliibit  tlnit  the  liquor 
traffic,  and  let  us  have  men  who  know  wlmt  they  want,  how  to 
get  it,  and  how  to  keep  it— men  who  can  make  a  government 
In  which  every  man"8  gcKwl  will  l)e  each  man's  care,  and  an  in- 
jury to  one  the  concern  of  all. 

Prohibition  is  not  a  cure-all ;  but  so  wide  and  beneficial  is 
its  operation  that,  with  Prohibition  once  securetl,  the  wage 
worker  can  rise  to  heights  not  otherwise  accessible. 

Himself  a  king,  in  his  family  a  Providence,  in  the  factory 
ft  freeman,  in  iwlitics  a  law  maker,  in  society  an  equal  and  a 
brother.  -  John  Lhryd  Tlumaa. 


84.    THK   WHISKY   DKAtiON. 

(After  "The  Bird  With  a  Broken  Pinion,"  and  More   Particularly  After  the 

Deacon.) 
I  saw,  in  an  opulent  city, 

A  church  with  a  tapering  spire, 
With  a  most  magnificent  organ, 

And  a  highly  salaried  choir  ; 
Tlie  singing  was  operatic, 

And  the  preacliing  was  out  of  sight, 
And  the  deacon  he  climbed  Mt.  Pisgah, 

At  the  prayeof-meetings,  Wednesday  night  I 
But  when  it  came  round  to  election. 

He  voted  for  license  then, 
And  the  church  with  the  whisky  deacon 

Never  soared  so  high  again. 

This  chimih  with  the  whisky  deacon, 

Ab  the  wide  awake  citizens  know, 
Can  boast  of  its  powerful  revivals 

Away  in  the  dim  long  ago ; 
Its  shouts,  they  are  all  reminiscent. 

And  its  songs  have  a  faraway  tone, 
A  good  deal  as  if  San  Francisco 

Should  smg  to  New  York  through  the  phone. 
I  am  glad  that  this  church,  in  past  ages, 

Had  its  hearty  "Thank  God  I  "  and  "  Amen  1 " 
But  the  church  with  the  whisky  deacon 

Never  soared  so  high  again. 


119 


FLATroRM  Fkahls. 


Tho  church  with  the  wliinky  doacon 

Sat  and  dreamed  of  the  beautiful  Rtani, 
All  its  memherBhip  riding  to  Heaven 

In  Pullman  and  vestibule  cars  ; 
Their  warm  hearts  were  broken  and  bleeding 

For  Armenia,  torn  by  the  Turk, 
And  they  got  up  a  series  of  socials 

To  rebuke  such  a  horrible  work. 
There  are  "birthdays,"  and  "  neckties,"  and  "aprons," 

And  "  cobwebs,"  beyond  mortal  ken, 
But  the  church  with  the  whisky  deacon 

Never  soared  so  high  again. 

This  church  with  the  whisky  deacon 

Was  puzzled  and  mystified,  sore. 
To  understand  why  the  great  masses 

Should  never  swing  open  its  door  ; 
It  baited  the  net  of  the  gospel 

With  barrels  of  good  Sunday  beer, 
Tlien,  liaving  such  poor  luck  atlshing 

Seemed  most  unaccountably  queer  ; 
Thus  the  groans  of  a  languishing  Zion 

Met  the  howls  of  the  dive  and  the  den, 
And  the  church  with  the  whisky  deacon 

Never  soaied  so  high  again. 

But  I  afterward  came  to  that  city, 

And  I  found  what  was  left  of  the  flock, 
Not  even  excepting  the  deacon, 

Had  received  a  most  wonderful  shock  ; 
They  were  praying,  and  shouting,  and  singing, 

And  the  people  around  there  for  miles, 
As  if  packed  by  Chicago's  Phil  Armour, 

Were  jammed  in  the  pews  and  the  aisles  ; 
The  church  rolls  were  rapidly  filling 

With  true  hearted  women  and  men  ; 
Still  the  church  with  the  old  whisky  deacon 

Never  soared  so  high  again. 

Under  Gtod,  a  reformer  had  done  it. 

He  swept,  like  a  whirlwind,  the  town, 
And  the  Jericho  walls  took  a  tumble, 

And  old  Amalek  hod  to  come  down ; 


by  1 

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and 

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ity, 

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BCfa 

tha 
we 
no4 
sta 
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die 
ha 


PLATroHM  Pearls. 


118 


"aprons," 


ng. 


The  deacon,  he  faithfully  promised 

To  vote  Prohibition  next  fall, 
And  the  rest  of  the  male  members,  ditto, 

Was  the  long  and  the  short  of  it  all ; 
But  the  drunkards  to  die  in  the  parish 

Counted  up  to  a  hundred  and  ten  ; 
So  that  church  with  the  ex-whisky  deacon 

Never  soars  so  high  again.  —  Rev,  P.  J.  Bull. 


85.    SEIiF-OOVKBNIHENT.* 

This  is  said  to  be  an  American  government  of  the  people, 
by  the  people,  and  for  the  people.  ...  No  such  form  of  gov- 
emment  can  be  a  successful  government  which  does  not  in- 
volve self-government.  A  man  who  governs  himself  governs 
others.  If  li?  cannot  govern  himself,  he  is  not  fit  to  govern  a 
dog.  Then  if  this  is  a  government  of  the  people,  by  the  people, 
and  for  the  peop'e,  the  first  element  of  its  success  rests  on  the 
intelligence,  the  morality,  the  character  of  the  masses,  and  it 
is  the  duty  of  the  government  to  develop,  foster,  and  support 
institutions  T<rhich  try  to  build  up  character,  strengthen  moral- 
ity, and  develop  intelligence.  It  is  the  duty  of  the  government 
by  the  hand  of  law  to  suppress  every  institution  which  destroys 
character,  ruins  intelligence,  and  wrecks  morality.  Our  free 
school  system  was  developed  by  law,  because  of  the  necessity 
that  the  people  of  the  United  States  should  be  intelligent.  If 
we  pay  taxes  to  support  our  free  schools  ard  colleges,  is  it 
not  the  height  of  political  folly  and  a  blundei  in  political 
statesmanship  to  license  antagonistic  schools  of  vice  and  crime, 
from  which  the  nation  derives  a  revenue  ? 

We  can  never  have  a  pure  ballot  till  we  have  a  pure  citizen- 
ship, and  we  can  never  have  a  pura  citizenship  until  there  are 
no  more  schools  of  vice  making  drunken  devils  of  our  men 
of  intelligence.  —John  B.  Finch. 

86.    THE  CORE  OF  THE  RVKI  QUESTION. 

We  hear  much  talk  of  the  Maine  law  as  interfering  with 
men's  natural  rights,  subjecting  them  to  inquisitorial  searches, 
reducing  the  profits  of  landlords,  breaking  up  the  business  of 
distillers,  etc.,  but  no  man  has  ever  yet  asserted,  as  far  as  we 
have  seen  or  heard,  that  crime,  misery,  pauperism,  vagrancy, 

•  From  an  address  at  Cooper  Ingtitnte,  Jan.  7, 1887. 
8 


114 


Platfobm  Pkarlh. 


and  the  other  fe«rfiilly  iiicrenaing  social  ovilBof  our  time  world 
he  increased  by  tlic  iMmiuige  of  the  act  demanded  of  our  legis- 
lature by  the  jiruyer  of  over  200,000  jjetitionors.  On  '  ho  con- 
trary, if  the  niniHt'llors  theniHelveH  wore  exumine<l  successively 
and  comiielled  to  make  answer  on  oath,  "  Do  you  not  l)elieve 
that  our  jails,  prisons,  and  poorhouscs  would  be  largely  depoi)- 
ulated  by  the  passage  of  the  Maine  law  ? "  we  believe  a  majority 
of  them  would  be  constrained  to  answer,  "  We  do  t " 

Of  what  avail,  then,  are  vague  abstractions  in  the  presence 
of  such  fearful  facts  as  the  rtim  traffic  involves?  Men  in  thou- 
sands are  burning  out  their  souls  with  the  liquid  madness, 
which  fillB  their  homes  with  unspeakable  wretchedness  and 
dooms  their  children  to  shame,  destitution,  and  vice.  Yet  we 
stand  pattering  over  foggy  generalities  as  if  it  were  a  question 
oonceming  the  rings  of  Saturn  or  the  mountains  in  the  moon. 

We  protest  against  this  cold-blooded  way  of  viewing  the 
matter.  The  question  on  which  our  legislators  are  called  to 
pass  in  considering  the  Maine  law  concerns  the  happiness 
of  families,  the  prevalence  of  vice  or  virtue,  the  safety  of 
human  life.  Of  the  last  hundred  murders  in  our  state,  it  is 
perfectly  within  bounds  to  say  that  90  would  never  have  been 
perpetrated  but  for  intoxicating  liquors.  Of  the  1,600  crimi- 
nals in  our  state  prisons,  fully  seven-eighths  are  either  the 
children  of  drunkards  or  themselves  maddened  by  liquor  when 
they  were  first  impelled  to  crime.  Of  the  18,000  persons  in  one 
yrar  arrested  on  charges  of  crime  and  misdemeanor,  less  than 
50  were  total  abstinents,  while  a  large  majority  were  excessive 
drinkers.  Of  the  denizens  of  our  almshouse,  nine-tenths  have 
either  been  tipplers  or  were  reduced  to  want  by  the  tippling  of 
others.  Our  gaming  houses  and  haunts  of  infamy  float  their 
victims  to  perdition  on  a  river  of  strong  drink,  without  which 
they  could  scarcely  and  but  meagerly  exist.  Yet  in  full  view 
of  these  appalling  facts,  journalists  coolly  chop  logic  about  the 
perils  of  excessive  legislation,  the  proneness  of  lawmakers  to 
intermeddle  with  what  is  none  of  their  business,  etc.  They 
might  as  well  call  on  our  firemen  to  listen  to  a  graceful  and 
silvery-toned  speech  in  the  midst  of  a  vast  and  spreading  con- 
flagration. 

Patriot,  you  profess  to  love  your  country,  and  are  ready  to 
)K>ur  out  your  blood  in  her  defense.  But  "  he  that  ruleth  his 
spirit  is  greater  than  he  that  taketh  a  city,"  and  a  people  who 


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lu 
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H 

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ri 
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C 


I'LATrOUM  Pbaki-m. 


tt5 


of  our  time  world 
tided  of  our  legin- 
lorH.  On  '  ho  con- 
I'mod  Huccossively 
)o  you  not  l)elievt' 
be  largely  depoi)- 
Ijelieve  a  imvjority 
^e  do  t " 

[IB  in  the  prenence 
PB?  Men  in  thou- 
)  liquid  madneHH, 
wretchedness  and 
ind  vice.  Yet  we 
t  were  a  question 
tins  in  the  moon, 
ly  of  viewing  the 
.tors  are  called  to 
rns  the  happiness 
ue,  the  safety  of 
in  our  state,  it  is 
I  never  have  been 
f  the  1,600  crimi- 
hs  are  either  the 
;d  by  liquor  when 
000  persons  in  one 
tmeanor,  less  than 
ity  were  excessive 
1,  nine-tenths  have 
by  the  tippling  of 
infamy  float  their 
ik,  without  which 

Yet  in  full  view 
op  logic  about  the 

of  lawmakers  to 
siness,  etc.  They 
to  a  graceful  and 
nd  spreading  con- 

,  and  are  ready  to 
he  that  ruleth  his 
and  a  people  who 


have  thoroughly  ....nquon-d  th.ir  own  ^^•^^^-^'^ll^Z:^, 
fear  no  forrign  eiuMuy.     Th.-  gonoral  adoption  "C  «!'     M«  • 
rC^olubitUm)  bv  our  Htatt*  would  a.ia  n.or..  to  tho  Htn-ngth. 
w^r^;..-.  indu;try.  -apn^.K-rity  of  our  Unio^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 
Bunker  lliU  or  halt  a  do/..M.  nu.-na  \  mtoH.     Ib-lp  "«.  t"^  your 
nnnntrv'H  wike,  to  carry  tlu-  Maims  law  ! 
TSi:nH.  when  you  pray  "  tby  kingdom  -ma^^  ^>J- 
really  mean  anything?    How  in  the  kmg.lom  of  (  .h1  to  com. 
IV cept     m.ugh  the  banishment  and  overthrow  o   mjcuil  a    1 
n3  e    I  V    Can  it  ever  really  come  into  a  world    iUed  w   h 
«omho.m  an.l  their  concomitants  unless  the».>  shall  Ik,  cleared 
STo  Ike  way  for  it?    How  <-an  you  1.  indiff.rent  or  slug- 
^cU  in  vi«w  f)f  the  contest  now  in  progress . 
^  Moral"  sc^^rcreeds.  reformers  of  all  shade,  philanthro- 
nists  of  eve  y  name  or  nature,  we  daini  y.mr  assistance,  we. «k 
Sour  ea^^t  and  active  cc^peration.    Tbetriumphof  th.scauso 
JSuires  -'Tort  and  s.vcriflce.  but  it  is  richly  worth  them.    Help 

us  to  carry  the  Maine  law.  ,,_,.,      „  .,  j,,^,,   ,.    ,.•;. 

-Horace  Greeley  in  "  New  I'orfc  Tnlmne,    heh.  IS,  is,,.. 

ST.    liKNKBAIi    NKAI.   DOW. 

1804-1894. 
Maine  bid*  her  sons  and  daughters  j.)in 

With  those  who  dwell  in  distant  lanils, 
In  weaving  fadeless  garlands  fair 
With  loving  hearts  and  willing  hands, 
To  crown  her  favorite  son. 
To-day  we  honor  him  whose  life 

Has  proveti  a  blessing  to  all  men  ; 
And  scanning  his  past  history, 
We  find,  at  four-score  years  and  ten 
No  duty  left  undone. 

Faithful  and  loyal,  true  to  right, 

He  holds  no  compromise  with  wrong ; 
But  with  unlx)unded  faith  in  God, 
And  with  a  purpose  firm  and  strong. 
He  champions  our  cause. 
Behold  him  in  our  "Capitol  halls"; 

And  while  the  world  with  wonder  looks. 
He  pleads— he  fails  —  a<  ?a«nic  t WW, 


Il« 


Pt^ATroRII  PKAHtX 


And  plftCPH  on  our  Rtatuto  ImmiIch 

MniiH'V  jp-andi^t  law  of  lawH  I 

Oaze  on  a  ]iictun>  liark  and  drear  ; 

It  in  tlu'  Maine  of  yearH  a^o  : 
Her  wretclie<l  honiCH  —  Iier  ruined  farinH, 

Her  l><ir-r(M)niH  dealing  death  and  wo, 
DiHtillerieM  on  her  hoII. 
From  hillHide,  mountain,  vale,  and  i)lain. 

Want  Hpreadx  its  gaunt  and  huUow  wingH ; 
While  hard-earned  dollaro  are  exchanged 

For  that  which  imisonB,  moi'ks,  and  Htings 
Her  hardy  nons  of  toil. 

But,  oh,  how  different  i»  »l'e  scene 

Hince  Alc<ihol  has  cef.t,od  its  reign  ! 
ProH)ierity  and  happincHS 

Are  known  t)n  every  hill  and  plain, 
Contentment  now  IioUIm  sway, 
Wlu<re  once  the  old  distillery  Ht<Jod 

AikI  Hpread  its  ruin  and  difigiace, 
A  churi'h,  a  school,  or  lionie  now  stands, 

And  love  l)eams  in  each  honest  face. 
And  hearts  are  light  and  gay. 

« 
I  leroic  soul,  from  myriad  hearts 

Who  dwell  upon  Maine's  8acr€>d  wkI, 
Full  many  an  earnest  prayer  goes  forth 
In  huml  'e  gratitude  to  God, 

That  thou  hast  lived  so  long. 
The  truly  great  can  never  die  ; 

Their  work  is  of  the  world  a  jwirt ; 
And  need  •  no  record  carved  in  stone, 
For  'tis  enshrined  in  every  heart, 
Immoritaiized  in  song  I 

—  William  Orant  liruvks. 


88.    OIVB  THKin   JVSTICK. 

Justice  I  Yes,  give  them  justice.  Surely  every  man  must  be 
anxious  to  give  the  liquor  trade  justice.  Tlie  men  in  the  busi- 
ness are  men  of  intelligence  and  good  judgment.  Tliey  knew 
tlie  results  of  the  trade  before  entering  it.    No  one  compelled 


IH, 


n, 

V(l 

4tingH 


Ih, 


Irtmt  lirooka. 


iry  man  must  be 
nen  in  the  biisi- 
it.  Tliey  knew 
I  one  compelled 


I'l.ATruKM  I'i:aui-«. 


117 


thoni  tt>  I'ntir.  Of  tln'lr  own  fn'»>  will  tlu-y  took  up  tlu«  fearful 
work.  Miniply  to  inukc  nionry  out  of  tin'  wrcttln<liu-NM  iindniiH- 
ory  of  i>tlirrs.  Tlu'v  an-  r<n|Hiii«il>l<'  uh  wmIuI  imit«  fi>r  tlifir 
wK-ial  urtM.  Tlu-y  would  not  U-  in  tin-  liiiMhifHM  if  it  w.tk  not  for 
tlu«  fuel  tlm*  it  Im  the  nu>Ht  prolitaMi'  of  truiltM.  Wlu-n  one 
knowM  tlif  actnatiiif?  uiotivcMof  tlu- drunkard  nmk.'rH.iind  then 
l(K»k8Ut  tin- <lt'Htitut<'lioiUfH  anil  ruiiu'd  faniilicMof  tlu'ir  victiniH, 
the  only  lonrlimion  that  can  Ih-  rta<lifd  iw  that  to  ilo  juHtii»> 
wouM  in'  to  r.|Hat  tlu'HhyliK-k  verdict,  ••  ContlMcalion  of  i>rop- 
crty  luid  dcalli."  Hut  tlu*  wroUKfd  ont-H  in  thin  ciim^  are  inoro 
niercifid  cv.-n  than  in  that  chhc,  for  they  oidy  iwk  that  tlu* 
>?ii!:ty  hIuiII  U'  MtopjK'd  from  continuing  their  crinif«  and  are 
willing  to  leave  with  them  all  their  ill-gotten  «"»'"«•  '•'•'"■ 
liquor  men  on^ht  to  In-  hai)py  to  Ih<  let  t.tf  ho  eiwily.  The  ih>o- 
pleoidyabka  verdict  on  the  record  that  thiw  accurHed  trade 
hiw  made  for  itHelf.  The  ruini'd  )ionu>H,  the  deKrailed  men,  the 
broken-hearted  wiven  aiul  lK>gyure<l  chil.lren  nuide  by  the 
litjuor  dealers  in  their  attempt  to  amawH  wealth  are  witneuHCH  in 
the  ciwe.  The  reHidtH  of  the  traffic,  an  hIiowu  by  the  iK)lice 
court,  the  alniHhoUHe,  the  iM'uitentiary,  and  the  Hcatfold,  must 
all  be  considered  innuiking  up  a  verdict. 

—  John  li.  Finch. 


80.    A  WARNINO. 

There  is  a  time  when  man  will  not  suffer  bad  thinKs,  because 
their  anceHtors  sutfered  worse.  There  is  a  time,  when  the  hoary 
head  of  inveteratt)  abuse  will  neither  draw  reverence,  nor 
obtain  protection.  I  do  most  seriously  put  It  to  the  adminis- 
tration, to  consider  a  timely  reform.  Early  reformations  are 
amicable  arrangements  with  a  friend  in  jwwer  ;  late  reforma- 
tions are  terms  imiwsed  upon  a  conquered  enemy.  Early 
reformations  are  made  in  cool  blood ;  late  reformations  are 
made  under  a  state  of  inflammation.  In  that  state  of  things, 
the  people  behold  in  government  nothing  that  is  respectable. 
They  see  the  abuse,  and  they  will  see  nothing  else.  They  fall 
into  the  temi)er  of  a  furious  populace,  provoked  at  the  dis- 
order of  a  house  of  ill-fame ;  they  never  attempt  Ut  correct 
or  regulate  ;  they  go  to  work  by  the  shortest  way.  They  abate 
the  nuisance,  they  pull  down  the  house.     -  Edmund  Burke. 


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118 


Platform  Peaulk. 


flO.     Kli-FKCT  OF   inOKAIi   J'OWAHDK'K. 

There  never  lias  existed,  ami  never  can  exist,  either  a:, 
administration  or  a  ix)litical  party,  that  would  dare  trifle  with 
thG  uttered  sentiments  of  the  men  of  principle  in  the  United 
States.  ...  If  you  ask  me  why  it  is,  then,  that  public  wrongs 
are  so  frequently  done,  and  the  doers  of  them  held  soathless,  I 
answer,  it  is  because  those  sentiments  are  not  nttered.    There 
exists  among  us  a  fear  of  avowing  our  moral  sentiments  upon 
political  questions,  which  seems  to  me  as  servile  as  it  is  unac- 
countable.     It  envelopes  society  like  a  iioisoned  atmosphere. 
It  is  invisible  and  intangible,  but  every  virtuous  sentiment  that 
breathes  it  grows  torpid,  loses  consciousness,  gasps  feebly,  and 
dies.    Our  sentiments  are  worthless,  not  to  say  savoring  of 
hypocrisy,   unless  they  lead  us  to  corresiwnding  action.    To 
this  result  every  man  contributes  who  withholds  the  expres- 
sion of  his  honest  indignation  on  every  occasion  of  public 
wrongdoing.  -Francis  Wayland. 


91.    PRACTISE  VKRSrS  PROFESSION. 

To  license  the  liquor  traffic  is  to  legalize  it.  Therefore,  if 
it  be  a  sin  to  license  the  liquor  traffic,  and  if  we.  by  our  votes, 
uphold  the  license  policy,  then  are  we  partakers  of  this  sin. 
We,  the  ministers  and  members  of  the  l^Iethodist  Episcopal 
Chiirch,  can  not  support  a  party  "committed  to  the  license 
policy,  or  that  refuses  to  stand  in  ope  i  hostility  to  the  saloon." 
A  Christian  man  can  not  vote  with  a  whisky  party,  can  not 
support  its  candidates,  can  not  be  a  party  to  the  iniquity  of  the 
liquor-license  business.  We  deeply  regret  that  the  practise  of 
the  majority  of  the  church  is  so  far  iu  the  rear  of  its  profes- 
sion. Its  profession  of  hostility  to  the  saloon  stands  in  the 
front  line  of  progress,  while  its  practise,  when  the  battle  of  bal- 
lots is  joined,  is  eminently  conservative. 

We  say  we  can  not  support  a  party  "committed  to  the 
license  policy."  yet  the  votes  of  the  vast  majority  of  our  mem- 
bership are  cast  for  political  parties  distinctly  committed  to  the 
license  policy.  "  Brethren,  these  things  ought  not  so  to  be." 
We  as  a  church  insist  upon  the  Bible  law  of  divorce ;  let  us 
continue  to  prosecute  with  renewed  zeal,  in  the  old  Gospel 
court  of  equity,  the  writ  of  political  divorcement  of  the  church 
as  libelant  and  the  saloon  aa  respondent.  What  God  hath  not 
joined  together,  let  the  church  of  God  put  asunder. 


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119 


nicK. 

tint,  either  a:; 
la  re  trifle  with 
in  the  United 
pviblic  wrongs 
eld  soathless,  I 
ittered.    There 
jntiments  upon 
e  as  it  is  unae- 
3d  atmospliere. 
sentiment  that 
wps  feebly,  and 
ay  savoring  of 
ng  action.     To 
Ids  the  oxpres- 
asion  of  public 
CIS  Wayland. 

iSION. 

;.  Therefore,  if 
3,  by  our  votes, 
:er8  of  this  sin. 
lodist  Episcopal 
d  to  the  license 
r  to  the  saloon." 
y  party,  can  not 
B  iniquity  of  the 
;  the  practise  of 
ir  of  its  profes- 
m  stands  in  the 
the  battle  of  bal- 

mmitted  to  the 
■ity  of  our  mem- 
pommitted  to  the 
t  not  80  to  be." 
divorce ;  let  us 
the  old  Gospel 
int  of  the  church 
at  Qod  hath  not 
nder. 


Our  effortn  as  Christian  ministers  in  prosecuting  the  work 
of  temix-runco  reform  should  be  mainly  in  the  chtirch.  For  the 
time  is  come  that  judgment  must  begin  at  the  liouse  of  God. 

—  From  rejtort  adopted  by  the  Erie  Conference  of  the 
Methodint  Einscopal  Church. 


93.    WHICH  ARE   YOV  t 

There  are  two  kinds  of  people  on  earth  to-daj  . 
Just  two  kinds  of  jieople,  no  more,  I  say. 

Not  the  sinner  and  saint,  for  'tis  well  understood 
The  good  are  half-lwd,  and  the  had  are  half-good. 

Not  the  rich  and  the  poor,  for  to  count  a  man's  wealth 
You  must  first  know  the  state  of  his  conscience  and  health. 

Not  the  humble  and  proud,  for  in  life's  little  span 
Who  puts  on  vain  airs  is  not  counted  a  man. 

Not  the  happy  and  sad,  for  the  swift  flying  years 
Bring  each  man  his  laughter  and  each  man  his  teare. 

No  ;  the  two  kinds  of  people  on  earth  I  mean 
Are  the  people  who  lift,  and  the  people  who  lean. 

Wherever  you  go,  you  will  find  the  world's  masses 
Are  always  divided  in  just  these  two  classes. 

And  oddly  enough  you  will  find  too,  I  ween, 
There  is  only  one  liftf  r  to  twenty  who  lean. 

In  which  class  are  you  ?    Are  you  easing  the  load 
Of  overtaxed  lifters  who  toil  down  the  road  ? 

Or  are  you  a  leaner,  who  lets  others  bear 
Your  portion  of  labor  and  worry  and  care  ? 
—  Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox,  inker  book,  "Easter,  and  Other 
Poems." 


93.    Alili  THE  RIGHTS  SHE  WANTS. 

She's  got  the  right  to  handle  a  broom, 
And  why  does  she  want  any  more  ? 

She  may  wash  t'.ie  dishes  till  day  of  doom, 
And  why  does  she  want  any  more  ? 

She's  got  the  right  to  cook  and  to  scrub, 

To  play  the  piano,  or  ri'b-a-dub-dub 


T- 


120 


Platkorm  Pearls. 

In  a  lowlier  sphere,  at  the  laundry  tub  — 
And  why  does  she  want  any  more? 

She's  got  the  right  to  teach  and  to  sew, 
And  why  does  she  want  any  more? 

(She's  only  two-tliirds  of  a  teacher,  tho, 
And  she  mustn't  ask  any  more.) 

She  may  rock  the  cradle  and  mend  the  hose, 

And  solace  her  mind  with  dreams  of  clothes ; 

Or  else  to  the  Woman's  Page  she  goes  — 
And  how  can  she  want  any  more  ? 

She's  got  the  right  to  a  clerk's  employ  — 

And  how  can  she  ask  any  more  ? 
To  take  the  place  of  a  younger  boy  — 

She  mustn't  ask  any  more. 
The  right  to  labor  as  hard  as  she  can, 
Wherever  they  cannot  afford  a  man. 
And  to  get  her  pay  on  the  half -rate  plan. 
She  mustn't  ask  any  more. 

She's  got  the  right  to  a  student's  hat ; 

Now,  how  can  she  want  any  more  ? 
But  somebody  had  to  fight  for  that. 

And  she  mustn't  want  any  more. 
She's  got  the  right  to  a  choice  of  scluwls, 
And  to  quite  a  respectable  lot  of  tools. 
Such  as  have  never  been  used  by  fools  — 

She  can  not  want  any  more. 

She's  got  the  right  to  a  soul  —  Oh,  yes ! 

And  why  does  she  want  any  more  ? 
The  right  to  be  pious  for  two,  I  guess. 

C!ould  any  one  ask  for  more? 
She  may  hear  the  brethren  preach  and  pray, 
She  may  serve  the  Lord  in  a  quiet  way. 
With  schemes  for  raising  the  pareons  pay  — 

And  why  does  she  want  any  more  ? 
She's  got  the  right  to  be  taxed  —  or  hung  — 

And  nobody  can  have  more  1 
She  isn't  forbidden  to  use  her  tongue  ; 
And  she  never  can  want  any  more. 
And  she  haa  her  represen'cative  now, 


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121 


lose, 
thes ; 


D. 


>1b, 


1  pray, 

y. 

pay  — 
ung  — 


A  piece  of  a  man  -somewhere,  somehow  - 
Mixed  tip  in  all  the  political  row  — 

And  how  can  she  want  any  more  ? 
But  ah  !  how  manners  and  times  do  chaiijje ! 

Somebody's  asking  for  more ! 
Something  has  happened  that's  utterly  strange. 

Somebody's  asking  for  more  ! 
O  Oliver  Twist  1    Can  it  verily  be 
Your  name  is  Olive  ?    And  what  do  I  see  ? 
A  dreadful,  unfeminine,  malapert  She, 

Actually  asking  for  more !  -  Carl  Spencer. 

94.    BOKS  IT  PAY» 

Standing  on  a  corner  in  this  city  not  long  ago  I  counted  14 
doorsTeading  to  as  many  places  of  business  in  the  Wck-k  on  the 
™8iSe  of  the  street  Three  doors  led  tocloth.ng  stores^ 
'  Tto^  millinery  establishment,  one  to  a  b-be.  ^hop  o^^^ 
:i  telecranh  office,  and  another  to  a  bank.  The  other  seven  leu 
?otS  strong  drink  is  sold.    Four  places  where  the  outer 

al  td  woS  may  be  clothed,  one  place  where  the  man  may 
Smved  ri  to  Jk  respectable  and  neat  in  his  new  clothes 
LXe  through  which  he  may  send  urgent  '"«««^«««^°^ 
from  wWcl  the  daily  papers  receive  their  intellectual  freight  to 
dTe  ^forethLommluy.  and  one  place  where  the  savmgs  of 

£maybedepositedwhenthewantsofthehomearesupph^ 
It  takesiven  doors,  seven  placesof  busmess,  to  do  al  o  th^for 
the  outer  man.  I  came  near  forgetting  to  say  that  the  bank 
c^cupi^  the  floor  above  the  barber  shop  and  telegraph  offlc^ 
So  her  seven  doors  lead  to  where  the  inner  man  is  supijied 
w  th Ihat  which  deprives  him  of  clothing,  his  wife  of  her  bon- 
^et  hirchlldren  of  their  clothing  and  shoes,  many  oneof  the 
Ltn  will  hTfind  that  which  will  reduce  him  to  such  depths  of 

der^ation  that  he  will  -* -^-'-«- ^^t^Xle^'^^^^  no 
aZ,\  he  will  not  Irnve  the  dime  to  give  to  the  barber  ana  no 
deed,he  will  mt  ^^^^^  ^^^  ^^  ^^^  ^„ 

Z:who c  oCtiemselvesand  families,  and  -enother  doo^ 
^thelmeblockwherememory,self-respec.honoJ^gra^^^^^^^^^ 
and  everything  a  man  can  esteem  are  washed  mto  the  sewer 

^^^Jirr;lSi2t;;;^^S:.tacleay3gman^^ 
j\a  1  »MTu  r  ,         „.i,ere  wet  goods  are  8t)ld  and 

the  street  from  one  of  the  pla<  ts  w  nen  wetR 


ir- 


198 


Platform  Pkarlb, 


on  recognizing  me  extended  liis  liand  in  greeting.    Ho  wore  an 
old  well-worn  suit  of  clothing.    His  coat  was  the  counterpart 
of  many  the  reader  has  seen  in  histime;  it  was  sun-burned,  .hort 
in  sleeve  and  tail  and  well  frayed  out  where  the  edges  were  not 
worn  off  altogether.    No  overcoat,  no  overshoes,  no  collar  and 
no  cuffs  save  those  which  misfortune,  bad  habits,  and  a  worse 
appetite  had  administered  to  him.    He  asked  for  a  nickel  to 
pay  for  a  ride  home  on  a  street  car.    1  knew  that  a  man  who 
felt  as  tho  he  could  fly  did  not  want  to  ride  on  a  street  car, 
even  tho  it  were  propelled  by  electricity,  and  told  him  so     In- 
quiry elicited  the  following  facts  :    He  is  a  mechanic,  but  has 
not  worked  steadily  for  three  years  owing   to   intemperate 
habits.    The  suit  of  clothing  he  wore  that  night  was  three  years 
old,  his  wages  when  at  work  were  |2.75  a  day,  and  he  had  an 
aged  mother  and  helpless  sister  depending  on  him  for  support. 
He  had  lost  during  that  month  eight  days  for  the  reason  that 
he    'was  on  a  breeze."     His  wagea  for  the  eight  days  would 
amount  to  $22.    He  informed  me  that  it  was  no  uncommon 
thing  for  him  to  lose  a  whole  month  through  intemperance. 
Had  he  been  a  total  abstainer  he  would  have  purchased  at 
least  three  suits  of  clothing  instead  of  one  in  the  three  yoars, 
and  a  very  good  suit  can  be  had  for  $20.    In  eight  days  he 
had  lost  $2  more  than  would  provide  him  with  a  suit  of  clothes, 
but  for  three  years  his  shadow  did  not  rest  on  the  floor  of  a 
clothing  establishment.    He  buys  no  papers,  contributes  noth- 
ing to  assist  his  neighbor,  is  himself  an  applicant  for  relief  at 
the  hands  of  the  humane  residents  of  the  city  who  have  organ- 
ized a  relief  committee,  for  his  name  appears  in  the  list  of 
those  who  were  served.   Had  he  been  sober  and  st^^dy  he  would 
have  purchased  clothing  and  given  employment  to  the  tailor 
and  cloth  manufacturer.    Had  he  remained  sober  he  would 
have  laid  carpet  on  his  mother's  floor  and  kept  the  loom  in 
motion  a  little  while  longer  ;  had  he  remained  outside  of  the 
saloon  he  would  have  read  the  papers  and  would  know  what 
his  labor  was  worth,  and  as  a  consequence  he  would  not  drift 
into  the  ranks  of  the  vicious  and  improvident  from  which 
Pinkertons  are  recruited  in  times  of  trouble.    In  eight  days  |22 
were  lost  to  labor,  and  in  the  loss  industry  received  a  shock 
which,  tho  slight  in  itself,  became  an  earthquake    when  added 
to  the  hundreds  of  thousands  of  others  like  it  as  they  occur  in 
our  centers  of  industry  every  year. 


I'LATKOllM   PKAHLS. 


IZi 


g.     lie  wore  an 
he  countei'part 
u-burned,  :-hort 
edges  were  not 
i,  no  collar  and 
ts,  and  a  worse 
for  a  nickel  to 
liat  a  man  who 
m  a  street  car, 
lid  him  so     In- 
chanic,  but  has 
to   intemperate 
was  three  years 
and  he  had  an 
im  for  support, 
the  reason  that 
;ht  days  would 
no  uncommon 
intemperance. 
re  purchased  at 
;he  three  years, 
n  eight  days  he 
a  suit  of  clothes, 
a  the  floor  of  a 
ontributes  noth- 
int  for  relief  at 
ivho  have  organ- 
rs  in  the  list  of 
stf^ady  he  would 
jnt  to  the  tailor 
sober  he  would 
ept  the  loom  in 
d  outside  of  the 
)uld  know  what 
would  not  drift 
snt  from  which 
In  eight  days  |23 
•eceived  a  shock 
aki    when  added 
as  they  occur  in 


When  workmen  who  desire  t<,  provide  for  hen-  ^-uhe    - 
decency  and  comfort  ivsk  for  an  advance  m  their  wages  they 
tetoS  wry  often  that  money  thun  advanced  in  Bquandered. 
^nd  such  men  as  the  one  I  described  are  ,x,inted  to  as  illustra- 
'ti  o    what  workmen  degenerate   into  on  an  advance  m 
Cos     The  fault,  the  example,  of  one  drunkard  luvs  an  ev,l 
H?ect  on  t  le  prospects  of  hundreds  of  industrious  workmen 
vlLdrnot  drL.    Is  not  industry  the  loser  through  the  s^^^^^ 
Whe^he    nduKtrious  of  the  community  must  contribute  to 
™ort  the  'amily  of  the  drunkard  -  and  they  do  it  in  every 
communiS-is  not  industry  the  loser  and  sufferer  through 
th^^L?   When  intemperate  men  are  m.von  to  want  by 
their  ba?  habits  and  thrown  out  of  employment,  is  not  industry 
:  oser  wfen  the  workers  have  to  support  the  idlers  throug^i 
tavition  on  one  hand,  and  face  them,  in  the  shape  of  Pinker- 
Inf  orthe  other,  when  they   demand  higher  wages  wiU. 
which  to  meet  the  extra  drains  upon  their  resources?    If  one 
lln  in  a  small  village  is  a  drunkard,  he  is  «  so  an    dler  for 
^oner  or  later  he  loses  self-respect  and  employment.     If  he 
d^  not  support  himself  some  one  else  is  forced  to  do  so,  and  I 
kZo  no  cLmunity  in  which  a  helpless  wife  and  children  .nil 

bT  Emitted  to  want,  no  matter  how  worthless  the  husband 
^d^atTer  may  be.  If  the  family  is  dependent  on  the  ch^ity 
o?  the  neTgh  Js,  is  net  that  a  tax  on  them,  and  is  it  not  a  reduc- 
In  in  the  wage  of  every  workman  who  has  to  contribute  to 
Tmm>rt  of  the  drunkard's  family?  Is  not  industry  the 
os«  wISi  the  saloon  is  permitted  to  make  of  every  home  an 
asylum  and  of  every  -ber,^^m_an^an  a^^^^^^^^ 

95.    TO-mOBBOW.* 

High  hopes  that  burned  like  etars  sublime, 

Go  down  the  heavens  of  freedom, 
And  true  hearts  perish  in  the  time 

We  bitterliest  need  them. 
But  never  sit  we  down  and  say. 

There's  nothing  left  but  sorrow ; 
We  walk  the  wilderness  to-day. 

The  promised  land  to-morrow. 

1  riiunpU  ot  the  Prohibition  cause. 


1^ 


Platform  Pkarls. 


1 


C)«ir  l>u(ls  of  song  arc  sili'iit  now, 

There  lire  no  flowers  l>l<M)niing  — 
Hut  life  beats  in  the  frozen  bough, 

And  freedom's  spring  is  coming  ; 
And  freedom's  tide  comes  up  alway, 

Tlio  we  ma/  strand  in  8i>rrow  ; 
And  our  good  Imniue,  aground  to-day, 

Shall  float  again  to-morrow. 

Our  hearts  brood  o'er  the  past,  our  eyes 

With  smiling  futures  glisten  ; 
Lo  I  now  its  dawn  bursts  up  the  sky  — 

Lean  out  your  souls  and  listen. 
The  earth  rolls  freedom's  radiant  way, 

And  npens  with  our  sorrow ; 
And  'tis  t  iie  martyrdom  to-day 

Brings  victory  to-morrow. 

'Tis  weary  watching  wave  by  wave, 

And  yet  the  tide  heaves  onward, 
"We  climb,  like  corals,  grave  by  grave, 

Yet  beat  a  pathway  sunward. 

'e're  beaten  back  in  many  a  fray, 

.  rft  newer  strength  we  borrow. 

And  where  our  vanguard  rests  to-day 

Our  rear  snail  rest  to-morrow. 

Through  all  the  long,  dark  night  of  years. 

The  jieople's  cry  ascended  ; 
The  earth  was  wet  with  blood  and  tears, 

Ere  their  meek  sufferings  ended. 
The  few  shall  not  forever  sway, 

Tlie  many  toil  in  sorrow  ; 
Tlie  bars  of  hell  are  strong  to-day, 

But  Christ  shall  reign  to-morrow. 

Then  youth  flame  earnest,  still  aspire 

With  energies  immortal ; 
To  many  a  haven  of  desire 

Your  yearning  opes  a  portal ; 
And  though  age  wearies  by  the  way 

And  hearts  break  in  the  furrow. 
We  sow  the  golden  grain  to-day  — 

The  harvest  conies  to-morrow.—  Gerald  Mamy. 


y. 

yes 


■e, 


years, 
ears. 


'rerald  M<imy. 


Platform  Pkauls. 


185 


no.    LIQUOR   AND   WAWKM. 

It  is  fre<iiiently  Htr.  "t'd  in  lal)or  cirolos  that  drinkiiiK  lu'lpH  to 
keep  up  wages.  On  the  plea  that  the  aveiaKc-  wages  of  hilHjr 
tend  to  the  sura  just  sufficient  to  supply  the  workman  .ind  his 
family  with  the  neeessiiies  of  life,  it  is  claimed  that  cutting  off 
the  drink  bill,  which  many  workingmen  regard  as  a  sort  of 
necessity,  would  tend  to  reduce  average  wages  by  just  the 
amount  which  the  workingman  now  sijcnds  for  drink.  There 
might  be  some  truth  in  this  claim  were  alcoholic  drinks  in  the 
nature  of  actual  necessities,  and  were  the  effects  of  drink  pro- 
ductive of  strength,  health,  and  comfort,  such  as  are  the  effects 
of  food,  clothing,  shelter,  etc.  As  it  is,  however,  drinking 
tends  to  decrease  instead  of  increase  average  wages. 

And  it  does  it  in  just  this  way  :  Habitual  drinking,  as  most 
will  admit,  whether  the  drinker  gets  drunk  or  not,  tends  U) 
stupefy,  and  brutalize,  and  benumb  tlie  finer  faculties  and  de- 
sires. To  just  the  extent  which  drink  so  stupofies,  brutalizes, 
and  benumbs,  the  drinker  loses  the  desire  to  gratify  the  m.aii- 
fold  and  many-sided  finer  part  of  his  nature.  To  illustrate, 
liow  mudi  less  does  the  habitual  drinker  care  for  pictures, 
music,  btK)ks,  lectures,  and  a  hundred  similar  features  of  the 
best  modern  life  thun  the  man  who  alistains  from  alcoholic 
poison?  With  the  loss  or  partial  loss  of  such  higher  desires 
comes  a  lessened  demand  for  better  food,  better  clothing,  better 
shelter,  and  better  surroundings— all  of  which  cost  more 
money  than  poor  food,  poor  clothes,  poor  shelter,  and  poor  sur- 
roundings. But  the  better  food,  clothing,  shelter,  and  sur- 
roundings come  to  be  regarded  by  the  abstainer,  who  ha«  cul- 
tivated his  finer  nature,  as  actual  necessities  of  life.  When, 
therefore,  we  have  as  wageworkers  an  army  of  abstainers  de- 
manding these  more  expensive  necessities,  if  it  be  true  that 
wages  tend  to  the  level  which  will  supply  necesriities.  then 
wages  must  increase  correspondingly  to  that  of  the  increased 
cost  of  the  necessities. 

The  drunken  workman  also  tends  powerfully  to  lower 
wages  when  he  forces  his  wife  and  children  oui  to  service  in 
order  to  help  support  the  family.  Everywhere  the  cry  is  going 
up '  J,t  women  and  children  are  forcing  down  the  wages  of 
able-bodied  men. 

Let  the  wngeworker  then  hesitate  not  to  boycott  strong 
drink.    All  the  cumulative  power  of  many-nided  manliocxl  is 


lati 


Platkorm  Pkarlh. 


on  the  Bide  of  alwtinence.  Not  tlie  letwt  of  this  power  will  be 
the  ability  to  hold  with  firm  griwp  the  princiiileH  underlying 
the  social  evolution,  and  to  apply  those  principles  in  disciplined 
eooi)eration  for  the  advancement  of  the  masHPH. 

—  C.  Ve  l'\  Hoj'ie 


97.    mKHBV   rHKIMTIHAS! 

Merry,  because  the  brotherhood  of  man,  taught  by  Him 
whose  birth  we  celebrate,  is  more  than  ever  Imforo  recognized 
as  the  ideal  of  those  who  pray,  "Thy  kingdom  come  on  earth 
as  it  is  in  heaven."  Merry,  because  a  day  is  dawning  when  the 
meek  who  work  for  the  good  of  their  fellows,  instead  of  the 
warlike  who  trample  ujion  them,  shall  inherit  the  earth.  Mer- 
ry, because  the  peacemakers  are  looking  to  a  time  —  not  so  far 
distant,  let  us  hoiie  — when  even  industrial  strife  shall  cease, 
and  all  who  contribute  toward  the  world's  wealth  and  happi- 
ness sliall  receive  their  Just  share  of  the  world's  cheer,  even  aa 
"the  children  of  God."  Merry,  for  then,  indeed,  shall  the 
mourners  find  comfort  and  the  hungry  be  filled. 

Merry  Christmas,  because  the  common  jieople  of  o\ir  land 
are  fast  coming  to  the  conclusion  that  a  government  of  the 
people  and  for  the  people  must  emlx)dy  fii-st  and  foremost  the 
principles  of  the  Golden  Rule,  and  that  a  State  which  licenses 
men  to  poison  its  subjects  comes  far  short  of  the  ideal  of  a 
Christian  commonwealth. 

So  every  Christmas  day  finds  this  old  world  in  spirit,  if  not 
in  action,  nearer  the  Christmas  ideal.  It  is  the  Clu-istmas  spirit 
which  must  finally  triumph  in  spite  of  old  habit,  iron-bound 
custom,  and  unwise  law. 

Once  again,  "Merry  Christinas ! "  —  The  Voice. 


98.    THB  PIlNOAIflKNTAL.   HKKOKn. 

THBaiE'S  A  BETTER  TIME   COMING  —  AN   AU.E(JORY   FOR 
REFORMERS. 

Many  long  years  ago  a  great  ship  set  sail  for  the  Port  of 
Happiness,  and  on  her  voyage  she  ran  aground  in  the  darkness. 
But  the  passengers  took  no  notice  of  it.  and  the  officers,  seeing 
that  they  would  be  blamed,  denied  that  there  was  anything 
wrong.  The  weeds  and  barnacles  grew  about  her  so  that  it 
seemed  that  she  had  always  stood  still.  As  for  the  crew,  they 
said,  "What  do  we  care  if  only  we  get  our  daily  pay?"    But 


the  s 
poun 
tain, 
O 
saw 
laugl 
"Coi 
The 
Thej 
ship 
come 

T 
worl 
ahea 
ansv 
alou 
the  I 
nect 
boai 
ann( 

I 
han( 
deal 

left 
fast 
stre: 
calli 
to  to 
ble 

froi 
shii 
kini 


wat 
thei 
wh< 


T 


this  power  svil'  be 

K'iiileH  underlying 

iplefl  in  diiciplineil 

(es. 

;.  De  J'\  Hoj-ic 

SI 

1,  taught  by  Him 
'  before  recognized 
lorn  come  on  earth 
dawning  when  the 
0W8,  instead  of  tlio 
it  the  eartli.  Mer- 
a  time  —  not  ho  far 
I  strife  shall  cease, 
wealth  and  happi- 
rld's  cheer,  even  as 
,  indeed,  shall  the 
lied. 

jieople  of  o\ir  land 
government  of  the 
it  and  foremost  the 
State  which  licenses 
t  of  the  ideal  of  a 

orld  in  spirit,  if  not 
the  Cliristmas  spirit 
i  habit,  iron-bound 

—  jT/ie  Voice. 

KKOK.n. 

ALLE(JORY   FOR 

sail  for  the  Port  of 
and  in  the  darkness, 
i  the  officers,  seeing 
there  was  anything 
ibout  her  so  that  it 
a  for  the  crew,  they 
r  daily  pay?"    But 


PLATrORM  P»AHL8. 


j:.'7 


the  ship  waa  straining  and  in  danger  of  going  to  pieces.  She 
pounded  heavily  upon  the  sand.  "  '^hose  noises."  said  the  cap- 
tain, "are  strikes.    We  have  always  had  such  troubles." 

One  day  a  fisherman  came  down  to  the  coast,  and  when  he 
saw  the  ship  he  began  to  push  at  it,  while  the  iMiasengers 
laughed  at  him.  Others  passed  by,  and  to  them  lie  called, 
"Come  and  help  us."  And  now  and  then  one  did  join  him. 
The  officers  said :  "These  people  are  disturbers  of  the  jieace. 
They  must  be  arrested."  And  others  said  :  "Tf  you  push  the 
ship  off,  no  oiH^  knows  where  she  will  go  nor  what  will  be- 
come of  her." 

Then  a  passenger  stood  up  and  shouted  to  those  who 
worked :  "  You  fools,  your  intentions  are  good,  but  you  are 
ahead  of  the  times.  The  wind  is  against  you."  Tlie  fisherman 
answered,  "Yes,  but  the  tide  is  rising."  And  stiU  he  cried 
idoud.  Some  of  the  passengers  came  and  helped  him  push,  and 
the  timbers  cracked.  "That,"  said  the  ship's  doctor,  "is  the 
necessary  strife  of  nature."  And  some  of  those  who  were  on 
board  grew  sick  in  the  hot  rays  of  the  sun,  so  that  their  groans 
annoyed  the  officers,  and  they  put  them  in  the  hold. 

He  who  pushed  cried  out,  "The  Kingdom  of  0(m1  is  at 
hand."  They  did  not  understand  at  all.  so  they  put  him  to 
deatb. 

Yet  the  commotion  attracted  many,  and  now  and  then  one 
left  his  work  and  shoved  or  hauled  or  pried  with  a  lever,  or 
fastened  a  float  under  the  ship.  And  some,  tho  meaning  to 
strengthen  the  ship,  fastened  weights  on  its  sides.  These  they 
called  other  reforms  and  charities.  They  said  :  "  It  is  Utopian 
to  try  to  get  the  ship  off.  Let  us  make  the  people  as  comforta- 
ble as  possible,  so  that  they  will  be  quiet." 

And  as  they  worked  wearily  and  almost  discouraged,  a  wind 
from  God  came  out  of  the  West,  and  when  all  pushed  the  great 
ship  moved  off,  and  behold,  it  was  almost  in  sight  of  the 
kingdom. 

And  many  of  those  who  were  pushing  died  in  the  chill 
water,  and  some  were  drowned  and  many  forgotten.  But 
their  names  are  written  in  the  book  of  remembrance  of  Him 
who  cried,  "  The  Kingdom  of  God  is  at  hand." 

—  Bolton  Hull. 


I 


vm 


Platform  Pkabi*. 


»».     A   4\tNK   VitH   MIAHITV. 

lie  wdH  out  at  tlip  »'ll)<)wn  iiiid  out  at  tin-  kiiccs. 

Hut  ho  had  UM  <>1<1  l>ilM>  in  hiH  mouth. 
IIo  waH  \>-orH('  than  a  ragman  by  scvoral  degrwH, 

Rut  he  had  an  old  piiM>  in  his  mouth. 
He  waH  out  of  a  job.  and  his  planw  had  all  failed, 
III-  was  "  down  in  the  mouth,"  and  his  luck  ho  iH'wailwl, 
At  till'  rich  man  he  Hworc,  at  inonoiKily  railed  — 

But  h«  kept  that  old  pijje  in  his  mouth. 

He  wiw  woful  and  shahhy  and  luiuKry  and  lame, 

But  he  had  his  old  pi|)e  in  his  mouth, 
lie  had  saved  little  money —he  was  not  to  hlame. 

For  he  nnist  have  a  pipe  in  his  mt)uth. 
He  would  "go  out  to  market"— an  everyday  joke. 
And  yon  knew  what  he'd  say  ere  a  sentence  he  8|Htke, 
"A  i)enny  for  bread  and  live  cents  for  a  smoke," 

Oh,  he  muHt  liave  that  pij)e  in  his  mouth  ! 

His  wife  sewed  by  lamplight,  to  drive  the  wolf  hence 
(And  to  keep  that  old  pii)e  in  his  mouth). 

And  he  said  between  pufiFs :  "  We  must  cut  our  expense," 
But  he  kept  tliat  old  piiK)  in  his  mouth. 

Kind  Cliarity,  come,  without  further  delay, 

Tliis  woman  may  die  — what  will  happen,  then,  pray? 

Here's  a  case  you  must  help.     Shall  I  tell  you  the  way  ? 
Just  take  that  old  pipe  from  his  mouth  ! 

—  JIattie  Horner  Louihan. 


100.    THE  DAWN  OF   MKKCV.* 

The  history  of  tlie  world  from  the  time  when  the  first  mm-- 
derer  swung  his  brutal  club,  until  now,  is  largely  a  record  of 
suflfering  inflicted  by  man.  So-called  heroic  deeds  of  conquer- 
ors, hideous  ininishments  inflicted  by  tyrants,  and  ever-recur- 
ring instances  of  love  of  revenge  and  thirst  for  blood,  occupy 
much  space  in  the  chronicles  of  ancient  times  ;  in  the  history 
of  the  Middle  Ages,  and  in  that  of  succeeding  centuries. 

One  reads  with  a  throb  of  pity  and  of  horror  of  those  un- 
happy days,  when  even  the  wise  and  virtuous,  distracted  with 

•  From  address  delivered  before  the  Second  Triennial  Session  of  the  Na- 
tional Council  of  Women  of  the  United  States,  in  Metzerotf  s  Music  Hall,  Wash- 
ington, D.  C,  Feb.  ar,  1805. 


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KITV. 

;lic  knci'H, 

1i. 

■nil  (Icf^rccH, 

h. 

1(1  all  failed. 

<  luck  111*  lH>\vaile«l, 

ily  railed  — 

nth. 

y  and  lame, 

th. 

not  to  blame, 

ith. 

everyday  joke, 

:>ntenc'e  he  B|M)ke, 

r  a  Hiiioke," 

mouth ! 

e  the  wolf  hence 

[outh). 

st  cut  our  expense," 

)uth. 

•  delay, 

ppen,  then,  pray? 

[  tell  you  the  way  ? 

outh ! 

ic  Horner  Louthan. 


IKKCY.* 

le  when  the  first  miu'- 
is  largely  a  record  of 
roic  deeds  of  conquer- 
rants,  and  ever-recur- 
irst  for  blood,  occupy 
times  ;  in  the  history 
'ding  centuries, 
jf  horror  of  those  vm- 
■tuous,  distracted  with 

rrlennlal  Session  of  the  Na- 
etzerott's  Music  Ilall,  Wash- 


onxiety  and  terror,  found  life  m  unendurable  that  m  many 
canes  they  gladly  welcomed  an  opiM)rtuiiity  to  end  it.  Men 
were  afraid  of  knowing  each  other  ;  even  Hil.-nee  wa«  a  crin.e. 
an.l  .'ven  natural  alTection.  Tacitus  states  that  lb.-  Roman 
Senat.'  actually  put  to  death  a  woman.,f  advanced  age  InrauKe 
she  wept  for  her  son  who  had  In-en  executed.  The  age  was  a 
earnival  of  death  and  torture,  and  the  general  nnunnir  was. 
"  Will  there  ever  lie  a  day  un|)ollule(l  with  blood  ?  " 

n,itinasmall  .orner  of  Uome's  great  empire  was  wH.n  to 
\H,  enacte.1  a  drama  which  began  an  era  in  bu.nan  history,  and 
which  has  exeroiscl  an  ineradicable  inlbience  on  the  morals  of  a 
larire  proportion  of  the  luunan  race.     That  drama  w.w  the  ikt- 
fect  life  and   the  malefactor's  death  of  one  who  founded  a 
strange  new  se-.t  which  preache.l  the  gosin-l  of  hm: :  of  peace 
and  of  good  Nsill;  and  whose  central  princii.lo  of  action  was 
the  flolden  llulc.      The  snuple.  yet  .natchless  '^"'•'^/'Vwn^ 
words  and  actK  of  Christ  and  of  His  folU.wers,  has  for  1800 
vcars  iK'en  the  guide  of  that  in.rtion  of  the  human  race  to  which 
"the  world  owes  all  that  is  highest  in  literature  and  art.  all  that 
is  best  in  invention,  wisest  in  statesmanship,  in  Ixmevolence  and 
in  MKial  reform.    Even  limited  and  imperfect  a.lherence  to  the 
Christian  standard  has  brought  the  world's  civilization  to  what 
it  is     When  dissension  arose  among  the  early  Christians,  it  was 
iK^cause  the  precepts  of  the  Author  of  Christianity  were  disre- 
Karded ;  in  the  centuries  when  the  theological  differences  re- 
sulted in  iKjrsecution  rivalling  that  of  paganism.,  it  was  because 
those  who  sought  to  drive  their  fellow-men  forgot  the  exqui- 
site gentleness  of  Ilim  who  said,  "Come  unto  me,    and  men 
were  cruel  then  and  are  cruel  now  because  His  command,  '•  Be 
ye  therefore  merciful  as  your  Father  also  is  merciful,"  haa  been 
uncomprehended  and  disregarded.    The  earth  is  still  a  dark 
plac«  of  cruelty  where  Hi',  spirit  is  not.    The  bent  of  the  human 
is  toward  selfishness  and  cruelty  except  m  it  is  opened  to  the 
touch  of  the  Divine.    Christ's  professed  followers  and  those 
whose  admiration  of  His  example  lead  them  to  fight  sin  and 
evil,  should  lay  the  ax  to  the  root,  and  work  to  promote  uni- 
versally the  law  of  kindness  and  of  mercy,  recognizing  that 
cruelty  is  the  worst  thing  in  the  world.    Show  me  a  sin  that 
vou  think  worse  than  .ruelty,  and  1  will  show  you  that  it  is  bad 
in  proportion  to  its  cruelty,  present  or  prospective     Wrongs 
which  most  infringe  right  are  wrongs  which  most  infringe 
0 


im 


Platkdhh  Pkahm. 


rii/hts.  Id  it  coiuMMvablc  tlmt  iiny  huniiin  Iwing  who  had  hwii 
■ysteraatlcally  and  thoroiiKhly  traimni  t<>  Im*  kind  would  «>  in- 
fringe the  rightH  of  liin  noighU>r'H  family  an  to  hcI!  hiiu  tiiiit 
which  may  turn  him  into  a  dnuikard  ?  Ik  it  conti'ivable  tlmt 
if  h«>  w(>r(>  kind  ho  wouhlftell  hiH  ninghbor  that  whic^h  may  turn 
him  into  a  fiend  of  cruelty  to  human  b«>ingB  and  dumb  bnitCH '! 
Nono  ought  to  work  harder  than  temperance  reformorB  to  pro- 
mote the  law  of  kindn(*HH,  and  none  ought  to  work  harder  than 
the  humane  to  promote  tcmi)erance  reform. 

—  Mrs,  Mary  F,  Lovell, 


101.    THE  LRVKIi  OP  CIVILIZATION. 

The  LonitonTimeK  proclaimed,  twenty  yeamngo,  that  intem- 
perance produce*!  more  idleness,  crime,  want,  and  misery, 
than  all  other  causes  put  together ;  and  the  WeHtrnitMter 
Review  calls  it  a  "  curse  that  far  eclipses  every  other  calamity 
under  wliich  we  suffer."  Gladstone,  speaking  as  Prime  Minis- 
ter, admitted  that  "  greater  calamities  are  inflicted  on  mankind 
by  intemperance  than  by  the  three  great  historical  scourges  — 
war,  pestilence,  and  famine."  DeQuincy  says,  "The  most  re- 
markable instance  of  a  combined  movement  in  society  which 
history,  perhaps,  will  be  summoned  to  notice,  is  that  which,  in 
our  day,  has  applied  itself  to  the  abatement  of  intemperance. 
Two  vast  movements  are  hurrying  into  action  by  velocities 
continually  accelerated — the  great  revolutionary  movement 
from  jMlitical  causes  concurring  with  the  great  physical  move- 
ment in  locomotion  and  social  intercourse  from  the  gigantic 
power  of  steam.  At  the  opening  of  such  a  crisis  had  no  third 
ttiovement  arinen  of  resistance  to  intemperate  habits,  there 
would  have  been  ground  of  despondency  as  to  the  melioration 
of  the  human  race."  These  are  English  testimonies,  where  the 
State  rests  more  than  half  on  bayonets.  Here  we  are  trying  to 
rest  the  ballot-box  on  a  drunken  people.  "We  can  rule  a 
great  city,"  said  Sir  Robert  Peel,  "  America  can  not"  ;  and  he 
cited  the  mobs  of  New  York  as  sufflcient  proof  of  his  assertion. 

Thoughtful  men  see  that  up  to  this  hour  the  government  of 
great  citicH  has  been  with  us  a  failure ;  that  worse  than  the 
dry-rot  of  legislative  corruption,  than  the  rancor  of  party 
spirit,  than  Southern  barbarism,  than  even  the  tyranny  of 
incorporated  wealth,  is  the  giant  burden  of  intemperance, 
making  universal  suffrage  a  failure  and  a  curse  in  every  great 


i 


i^ 


I'LATrOKM  PKABI.*. 


l:ll 


I  iMMiig  who  had  hwii 
Ih«  kind  would  ho  in- 
ly OH  to  fw>Ii  him  that 
H  it  conceivable  thnt 
that  whi(!li  may  turn 
g8  and  dumb  bnitOH  V 
nee  reformore  to  pro- 
to  work  harder  than 
m. 
•«,  Mary  F.  Lovell. 

ilZATION. 

p^canago,  that  intem- 
want,  and  misery, 
id  tlie  Westminster 
every  other  calamity 
king  as  Prime  Minis- 
I  inflicted  on  mankind 
iiistorical  scourges  — 
says,  "The  most  re- 
ent  in  society  which 
tice,  is  that  which,  in 
3nt  of  intemperance, 
action  by  velocities 
ilutionary  movement 
great  physical  move- 
se  from  the  gigantic 
a  crisis  had  no  third 
per  ate  habits,  there 
as  to  the  melioration 
Bstimonies,  where  the 
Here  we  are  trying  to 
e.  "We  can  rule  a 
lea  can  not "  ;  and  he 
proof  of  his  assertion, 
iir  the  government  of 
that  worse  than  the 
the  rancor  of  party 
ven  the  tyranny  of 
en  of  intemperance, 
I  curse  in  every  great 


,.itv  Hcholarn  who  play  statemui-n.  and  oditorM  who  n.iM«iuer. 
n.lo'nsHcholiirH.  run  waHf  n.uch  ..x.vlimt  unxiHy  that  clerks 
Hlmll  got  no  olll.o  until  tlicy  know  the  ex.u-t  dat.-  of  (  n'^arH 
,u.H,u.Hination.  a.  well  .vh  the  latitude  of  Pekin,  an.l  .he  K.de  of 
Three  But  while  thJH  cruw»(h>-  the  temiM-rance  movement  - 
l,aHlK.en.  fornixtv  veuiH,  gathering  itH  faelH  and  n.arHhalling 
it8urgumentH.iallyinKimrtieH.lH.Hieginglegislalure«an.li..iUinK 

Leat  States  on  the  witneHH-ntand  as  evidene..  of  the  .oun,ln..HH 
of  its  metluulH.  Hcholars  have  given  it  nothing  hut  a  nneer. 
Hut  if  univcHal  sulTrage  ever  fails  here  for  a  time-iK-rnui- 
ncntlv  it  can  not  fail -it  will  not  In.  incapable  civil  Hervue. 
nor  an  ambitious  soldier,  nor  S<..ithern  van.lals,  nor  venal  leg- 
iHlatures.  nor  the  greed  .>f  wealth,  nor  b<.y  ntafsmen  rotten 
ie  they  are  ripe,  that  will  put  univernal  nulTrage  ...to 
eclipse  ;  it  will  In-  run.eut.en.hed  in  great  eit.es.md  conumu.d- 

inir  every  vantage  ground. 

MHcienceam,-u.Hthat  wou.an's  place  in  society  marks 
the  level  of  civilization.     Fro.u  its  twilight  in  (ireeco.  through 
le  Italia.-  worHhip  of  the  Virgin,  the  dreams  of  chivalry  the 
iustice  of    .e  civil  law,  ami  the  quality  of  French  scxnoty  we 
trace  he.-  gradual  recognition;  while  .mr  common  law,  as  Lord 
I  rougha..!  confessed,  w.w,  with  relation  to  women,  thoopprobn- 
m  of  the  age  and  of  Chrintianity.     F..r  forty  years  plam  men 
Zl  women,  working  noiselessly,  luive  washed  away  that  oppro- 
1  dumTtbo  statute  Lks  of  thirty  States  have  been  -mode  led 
a  d  wc  man  stands  to-day  almost  face  to  face  with  her  last  ela.m 
"   he  b^lot.     It  has  Wn  a  weary  and  thankless,  tho  success- 
ful struggle     But  if  there  be  any  refuge  from  that  ghastly 
e"is^     he  vice  of  great  cities- before  which  mcxa\  science 
s  ami    palsied  and  dumb-it  is  in  this  more  equal  recognition 
i  woman.     If.  in  this  critical  battle  for  universal  suffrage- 
1  faThers-  noblest  legacy  to  us,  and  the  greatest  trust  God 
^ves  n  our  hands  -  there  be  any  weaix,n,  which,  once  taken 
from  the  armory,  will  make  victory  certain,  it  wdl  be,  a^  it 
Has heen  in  art.  literature,  andsociety.  --n-^^^^^^^^^ 
the  political  arena. 

102      THK  GBEATKST  MISNIONABV   NEED. 

Wc  hear  from  missionaries  that  there  are  open  fields  call- 
ing for  Gospel  light.  "  China  and  Corea  asking  ^or -ore  m- 
sionary  teachers."    India,  Africa,  and  the  .slamls  of  the  sea 


f 


133 


Platform  Pearls. 


-i 


are  in  need  of  more  missionaries  and  less  rum  from  Christian 
America.  The  cry  comes  to  us  from  Turkey,  where  in  Aimenia 
ten  thousand  Christians  have  been  brutally  butchered  during 
the  liist  year  by  Mohammedan  swords ;  from  the  Freedmen  of 
the  South  and  the  Indians  of  the  West,  both  in  need  of 
churches  and  schools,  while  we  have  young  men  and  women 
educated  for  this  work,  and  many  generous  hearts  daily 
responding  to  the  call  for  means  to  support  them. 

Yes !  let  us  send  forth  these  missionaries.  Let  us  send 
them,  with  the  Americnn  flag,  and  these  American  institu- 
tions, the  church  and  the  school,  that  they  may  plant  them 
abroad,  and  in  our  own  South  and  West.  But  there  is  one 
American  institution  that  was  not  included  in  the  recent 
appeals  for  more  help.  That  institution  is  protected  by  the 
American  flag,  and  stands  as  a  barrier  to  every  Christian  enter- 
prise. It  standt  in  the  very  gateway  of  our  land.  At  Ellis 
Island,  for  ten  thousand  dollars  paid  annually  to  our  govern- 
ment by  a  single  man,  strong  drink  is  forced  upon  emigrants 
at  high  prices,  when  many  of  them  would  gladly  choose  good 
water  if  they  could  get  it.  Is  it  any  wonder  that  eniigiants 
are  ready  to  go  into  the  liquor  business  to  recover  the  money 
thus  wrung  from  them  under  the  very  torch  of  liberty? 

Take  the  American  flag,  and  those  American  ins  itutions,  the 
church  and  the  schoolhouse,  and  plant  them  in  the  South  and 
West,  and  another  can  take  the  same  flag  and  that  American 
institution,  the  legalized  saloon,  plant  it  beside  the  church  and 
school,  and  send  more  souls  to  perdition  than  the  others  can 
save. 

Legalized  iniquity  in  this  land  of  ours  destroys  tenfold  more 
victims  than  Mussulman  swords  in  ^^rmenia,  and  with  quite  as 
fiendish  cruelty.  All  the  horrors  of  heathen  lands  pale  into 
insignificance  when  compared  with  this  institution  of  Chris- 
tian America  maintained  by  the  hand  of  Christian  citizens  in 
their  idolatrous  worship  of  corrupt  political  parties,  whose 
victims  number  about  one  hundred  and  twenty-five  thousand 
annually. 

How  can  we  Christianize  heathen  lands  until  we  receive 
sufficient  Gospel  light  to  keep  us  from  being  a  part  of  such  a 
worse  than  barbarous  system  ? 

In  China's  determined  struggle  to  keep  out  English  opium, 
it  was  a  well-known  principle  of  the  Chinese  government  not 


Platfoum  Pkaui-s. 


133 


rum  from  Christian 
^,  where  in  Aimenia 
y  butchered  during 
)m  the  Freedmen  of 
t,  botli  in  need  of 
ig  men  and  women 
lerouB  hearts  daily 
t  them. 

aries.  Let  us  send 
e  American  institu- 
jy  may  plant  them 
t.  But  there  is  one 
ided  in  the  recent 
is  protected  by  the 
very  Christian  enter- 
our  land.  At  Ellis 
lally  to  our  govern- 
ced  upon  emigrants 
gladly  choose  good 
ader  that  emigiants 
3  recover  the  money 
ch  of  liberty  ? 
■ican  ins  itutions,  the 
sm  in  the  South  and 
J  and  that  American 
aside  the  church  and 
than  the  others  can 

estroys  tenfold  more 
lia,  and  with  quite  as 
then  lands  pale  into 
institution  of  Chris- 
Christian  citizens  in 
itical  parties,  whoso 
wenty-five  thousand 

ids  until  we  receive 
eing  a  part  of  such  a 

p  out  English  opium, 
lese  government  not 


to  Mcewscwhat  they  condemned  as  immoral ;  and  the  mandarin 
who  advised  that  a  tax  and  a  heavy  duty  be  laid  on  opium  as  a 
measure  of  expediency  was  promptly  banished  to  Tartary  as  a 
suital  le  reward  for  his  infamous  proposition.  It  would  be 
well  for  Christian  America  if  those  who  advocate  the  same 
pol'.cy  of  legalized  iniquity  were  comi)elled  to  share  the  same 
face.  The  Chinese  glory  in  the  superiority  of  their  own  govern- 
ment as  to  principle,  and  scorn  the  Christian  governments  that 
tolerate  these  vices  for  the  sake  of  public  revenue.  It  was 
declared  by  the  high  commissioner  of  China  that  tho  tke  oar 
should  break  in  his  liand,  or  the  boat  should  sink  from  beneath 
him,  yet  would  he  not  stay  his  efforts  until  his  work,  the  expul- 
sion of  opium,  was  accomplished. 

The  Chinese  are  a  practical  people,  and  glory  in  their  ethical 
teachings.  Christianity,  as  it  comes  to  them,  must  hkewise 
be  intensely  practical,  proving  its  innate  worth  by  presenting, 
above  all  else,  a  morality  superior  in  theory  and  practise  to 
that  which  they  already  have.  With  what  an  awful  force 
must  these  facts  appeal  to  the  logical,  inteUigent  Celestial ! 
The  moral  debt  which  Christian  lands  owe  to  China  can  never 
be  computed.  -  ^-  Morehouse. 


103.    THE  DIFFERENCE. 

What  a  difference  Prohibition  will  make  to  thousands  of 
women  who  have  now  only  the  wretched  rooms  with  bare 
floor,  whose  gaps  and  spUnters  are  only  rendered  more  manifest 
by  sweeping ;  mangled  furniture,  whose  dents  and  scratches 
are  only  more  hopelessly  revealed  by  dusting ;  the  dingy  win- 
dow, which,  if  cleaned,  only  shows  a  dingier  alley  ;  the  faded 
and  ragged  calico  dress  for  both  morning  and  evening ;  little 
food  to  cook  and  less  fire  to  cook  it  with ;  children  chiefly 
thought  of  as  creatures  with  appetites  that  can  not  be  satisfled 
and  bodies  that  can  not  be  clothed ;  not  a  picture,  book,  or  paper 
to  furnish  a  story  to  read  them  or  a  fresh  thought  to  talk  over 
with  them ;  the  husband  daily  growing  coarser,  duller,  and 
more  purposeless  ;  the  certainty  that  to-morrow  shall  be  as  this 
day  and  much  more  disconsolate  ;  that  if  business  improves  it 
will  give  only  so  much  more  to  go  into  the  maw  of  the  re- 
morseless saloon ! 

But  Prohibition  crystallizes  faith  into  "  the  things  needful 
for  the  body."    It  puts  this  oppressed  woman  into  a  comfort 


1*1 


I'LATFORM  P>:aiu.s. 


able  home.  It  puts  on  the  floor  a  bright  carpet,  pretty  if 
cheap,  curtains  at  the  windows,  simple  furniture  that  is  neat, 
trim,  and  strong,  and  some  of  the  really  beautiful  pictures  tliat 
modem  art  makes  so  inexpensive  upon  the  walls.  Now  sho 
will  find  a  perfect  joy  in  sweeping  the  last  speck  oflf  that  carpet, 
dusting  the  furniture  till  it  shines,  keeping  the  windows  clear 
as  a  mountain  stream.  "When  she  wishes  to  get  dinner,  there 
is  a  stove  that  will  cook  and  fuel  to  put  in  it.  In  the  pantry 
there  is  a  sack  of  flour  and  her  little  jar  of  sugar,  and  all  the 
spices  and  sundries  that  a  good  housewife  needs.  In  lier  purse 
tJiere's  the  money  to  make  the  market  stall  a  promise  and  not 
a  despair.  How  she  will  slave  at  that  cooking  b(,'cause  "  John 
is  fond  of  tliis,"  and  "  those  will  taste  so  good  to  the  children  !  " 
She  will  not  know  that  she  is  hot  or  tired.  When  she  would 
sit  down  to  her  sewing,  she  can  change  the  neat  working  dress 
of  the  morning  for  a  pretty  home  dress  for  afternoon.  She 
will  take  some  pains  to  make  herself  a  fair  portion  of  the  pretty 
home  scene.  Wlien  she  goes  to  work  on  the  children's  clothes, 
there's  something  to  make  the  little  garments  out  of.  She  will 
hear  songs  of  hoi^e  in  the  hum  of  her  sewing-machine,  and 
there  will  be  a  light  in  her  eyes  and  a  song  on  her  own  lii>s. 
How  the  children's  eyes  will  brighten  and  their  faces  shine ! 
How  strong  they  will  be  for  play  and  how  ambitious  for  study  ! 
How  dear  their  home  will  be  to. them !  How  the  light  of  love 
and  peace  and  joy  wiU  make  their  faces  beautiful  I 

Then  all  around,  among  the  people  who  were  never  intem- 
perate, the  wave  of  this  prosperity  will  sweep.  The  stores  and 
the  mills,  the  railroads  and  the  mines,  the  ships  and  the  farms 
—  all  who  produce  or  transport  or  deal  in  the  goods  which  tliese 
rescued  families  are  now  able  to  buy  —  will  share  the  blessing. 
Witi>  a  city,  a  nation,  of  such  homes,  every  business  will  boom, 
all  our  nation  prospering  and  exulting  through  the  two  thou- 
sand million  revenue  of  righteousness  !  Who  would  not  help 
to  bring  the  liappy,  glorious  day?  What  true  heart  will  not 
bid  us  God-speed  as  we  toil  to  hasten  its  coming? 

—  Rev.  James  C,  Fernald. 


104.    FliOWER  IfllSSION. 

A  message  rings  from  the  quiet  place 

Wliere  a  soul  grows  white  under  touch  of  pain  ; 
And  frail,  fnir  liands  with  a  tender  grace 


Flattorm  Pkakls. 


185 


carpet,  pretty  if 
iture  that  is  neat, 
ttiful  pictures  tliat 
)  walls.  Now  she 
x;k  oiT  that  carpet, 
the  windows  clear 
L)  get  dinner,  there 
it.  In  the  pantry 
sugar,  and  all  the 
seds.  In  her  purse 
a  promise  and  not 
ng  because  "  John 
1  to  the  children  !  " 

When  she  would 
neat  working  dress 
jr  afternoon.  She 
artion  of  the  pretty 
I  children's  clothes, 
tsoutof.  She  will 
ving-macliine,  and 
ig  on  her  own  lijw. 

their  faces  shine ! 
nbitious  for  study ! 
w  the  light  of  love 
utiful  I 

were  never  intem- 
Bp.  The  stores  and 
hips  and  the  farms 
?  goods  which  these 
share  the  blessing, 
business  will  boom, 
)Ugh  the  two  thou- 
ho  would  not  help 
:rue  heart  will  not 
ling? 
mes  C,  Feniald. 

N. 

uch  of  pain ; 
race 


Are  holding  a  loss  that  has  turned  to  gain  — 
Turned  into  gain  for  the  hearts  that  sigh, 

For  feet  which  stumbled  and  went  astray  ; 
For  lives  that  wrecked  when  the  storm  swept  by, 

Are  shut  from  the  light  of  the  common  day. 

Tlie  call  rings  softly  from  gentle  lips 
That  ready  grow  for  the  Angel's  song, 

Sweet  as  the  note  of  the  lark  that  dips 
Her  wing  at  the  brook,  when  the  night  grows  long ; 

And  souls  that  are  loving,  and  hearts  that  pray, 
Shall  heed  the  message  that  comes  to-day. 

Go  ye  and  gather 

Tlie  blossoms  of  June, 
Pare  in  their  glory. 

And  sweet  with  perfume ; 
Gather  the  splendor 

Of  summer's  green  bowers ; 
Dawns  with  its  mission 

The  day  of  the  flowers. 

Stately  or  lowly,  from  garden  or  mead, 
Lo,  for  your  garlands  the  Master  has  need. 
Not  for  the  hall  where  the  banquet  is  spread, 
Not  for  the  feast  where  the  wine  floweth  rod, 
Not  for  the  bridal  of  beauty  and  youth. 
Not  for  the  plighting  of  honor  and  truth, 
Not  for  tlie  brows  of  the  children  that  play, 
Not  for  the  hands  that  are  lifeless  as  clay. 
Gathered  to-day  are  the  flowers  that  bloom, 
Glowing  with  light,  at  the  heart  of  June. 

Their  splendor  sliaU  shine  on  an  altar  place 
Where  even  at  noon  the  shadows  fall. 

Where  time  creeps  by  with  a  leaden  pace. 
And  men  make  moans  at  a  prison  wall ; 

They  come  to  hands  that  are  touched  with  crime. 
To  hearts  grown  weary  with  wrath  and  tears. 

To  lives  shut  in  by  a  burning  line 
That  holds  its  judgment  across  the  years. 

The  fragrance  shall  come  with  breath  of  love, 
To  the  homesick  souls  that  went  astray ; 


1 


^11  ^ 
4' 


im 


Platform  I'eablb. 


Shall  cool  the  fever  and  lift  above 

The  thought  of  the  watcher  that  longs  for  day. 
O  Gk)d  !  Wherever  the  shadows  fall 

On  any  who  suffer,  or  those  that  sin, 
May  rose  ar  ^  lily  make  plain  to  all, 

A  path  V  !^  re  the  Christ  may  enter  in. 

—  Mary  T.  Lathrap. 


lOS.    WHAT  IS  FAITH? 

Men  have  strange  ideas  of  God's  dealings  with  us,  and  of 
faith  in  Him.  What  is  faith  ?  To  walk  right  on  to  the  edge  of 
the  precipice,  and  then  stop  ?  No,  w  i  on  !  What,  set  my  feet 
upon  nothing  ?  Yes,  upon  nothing,  ii  it  is  in  tne  path  of  duty ; 
boldly  set  your  feet  on  nothing,  and  a  solid  rock,  firm  as  the 
everlasting  hills,  shall  meet  your  feet  at  every  step  you  take  in 
the  path  of  duty,  only  do  it  vmwaveringly  and  in  faith.  What 
we  have  to  do  is  to  settle  the  point  that  we  are  right ;  and  then 
onward. 

You  remember  when  the  children  of  Israel  went  out  of 
Egypt,  when  they  were  a  band  of  escaped  fugitives.    Their 
ranks  were  encumbered  with  many  women  and  childi-en,  and 
their  mighty,  but  meek,  leader  was  armed  only  with  a  rod. 
Here  come  the  chariots  and  horsemen  of  Pharaoh,  treading  on 
their  very  shadow.    A  pillar  of  fire  went  before  the  Israelites 
by  night,  and  a  pillar  of  cloud  by  day  ;  and  they  marched  till 
they  came  to  the  shores  of  the  Red  Sea,  and  then— what? 
Read  the  magnificent  narrative.    And  the  Lord  God  said  unto 
Moses  from  out  of  the  cloud,  "  Speak  to  the  children  of  Israel 
that  they  go  forward."    That  was  the  only  command.    How 
can  they  go  forward  ?    Tliere  is  no  other  command  for  them  ; 
but  to  Moses  came  these  words :  "  Stretch  forth  thy  rod,"  and 
the  way  opened.    God  never  yet  gave  us  a  duty  to  do  but  ho 
opened  the  way  for  us  when  we  were  ready  to  do  it.    He  never 
yet  gave  an  impossible  coranjand.    So  Moses  stretched  forth 
his  rod  and  the  water  stood  in  heaps.    Tramp,  tramp,  tramp 
went  the  tluree  millions  over  the  bed  of  the  sea,  and  their  ene- 
mies came  in  after  them  in  the    night-time.    Now,  what? 
"Forward!"    "But  our  enemies  are  in  the  rear."    '' For- 
imrd  / "    "  Yes,  but  before  us  is  —  we  know  not  what  —  and 
the  waters  are  on  either  side."    "  Forward .'"    "  Yes,  but  we 
can  feel  the  very  breath  of  the  horses  upon  our  necks,  and  hear 


ra  for  day. 


iry  T.  Lathrap. 

1 

8  with  lis,  .and  of 
t  on  to  the  edge  of 
What,  set  my  feet 
tne  path  of  duty ; 
I  rock,  firm  as  the 
y  step  you  take  in 
id  in  faith.  What 
re  right ;  and  then 

sr.ael  went  out  of 
.  fugitives.  Their 
and  childi-en.  and 
only  with  a  rod. 
araoh,  treading  on 
jfore  the  Israelites 
.  they  marched  till 
and  then — what? 
lOrd  God  said  unto 
)  children  of  Israel 
command.  How 
>mmand  for  them ; 
:orth  thy  rod,"  and 
i  duty  to  do  but  ho 
to  do  it.  He  never 
ses  stretched  forth 
amp,  tramp,  tramp 
eea,  and  their  ene- 
irae.  Now,  what? 
the  rear."  "  For- 
)w  not  what  —  and 
I!"  "Yes,  but  we 
our  necks,  and  hear 


Platform  Pearls. 


187 


llie  chariot  wheels  grind  in  the  shingle  a«  they  pursue  us. 
"  Foricanl .' "  "  Yes,  but  we  must  defend  our  wives  and  lit- 
tle ones."  "Foriforrf/"  And  the  pillar  that  went  before 
them  passed  over  and  stood  in  their  rear.  It  was  light  unto 
them,  it  was  darkness  to  their  enemies ;  "  and  they  came  not 
near  each  other  all  the  night."  Those  who  had  obeyed  the 
command,  "  forward ! "  stood  on  the  other  side,  and  then  the 
Lord  God  looked  out  from  the  pillar  of  fire,  and  troubled  the 
Egyptians,  and  brake  taeir  chariot  wheels.  Tliose  who  had 
obeyed  the  command,  "forward!"  saw  the  wrecks  of  the 
chariots,  and  the  carcasses  of  the  horses,  and  tlie  bodies  of  men 
strewing  the  strand.  Let  us  settle  the  question,  "Am  I 
right  ?  "  And  then,  shoulder  to  shoulder,  march  on,  our  motto, 
"  Excelsior  "  ;  our  hope,  that  there  is  a  better  day  coming  ;  and 
our  prayer,  "  God  speed  the  right."  -  John  B.  Gough. 


106.    THE  PATRIOT'S  ALEilf.* 

Our  fathei-8  believed  a  government  of  the  people  possible, 
and  thus  the  Republic  was  born,  with  all  its  great  destinies  an- 
chored to  the  masses,  with  all  its  possibilities  dependent  upon 
the  capacity  of  the  individual  citizens  for  self-government,  and 
that  capacity  again  dependent  upon  the  enlightenment  of  the 
conscience  and  the  understanding.  Our  fathers  were  far-see- 
ing men.  T.ey  did  not  leave  this  enlightenment  of  the  con- 
science and  understanding  to  the  haphazard  teaching  of  the 
street,  of  society,  or  even  of  the  home  or  the  church.  Their 
underlying  philosophy  was  the  now  accepted  ixiom,  that 
"  whatever  we  should  have  appear  in  the  character  of  citizen- 
ship must  be  wrought  into  that  character  through  the  schools." 
As  those  times  were  simple,  so  were  their  schools. 

But  the  curriculum  of  our  schools  has  kept  pace  with  the 
demand  of  our  citizenship.  When  the  war  of  1861  burst  upon 
us,  it  found  a  nation  of  civilians  on  both  sides  of  the  Potomac. 
That  struggle  was  greatly  prolonged,  while  "  the  boys  in  blue 
and  in  gray  "  were  being  transformed  into  soldiers.    Taught  by 

*Extract  from  Address  of  Mrs.  Mary  H.  Hant,  before  the  Committee  on  Edu- 
cation and  Labor,  United  States  Senate,  in  favor  of  the  bill  "  Providing  for  the 
study  of  Physiology  and  Hygiene,  and  the  effccte  of  intoxicating,  narcotic,  and 
poisonous  substances  upon  the  life,  health,  and  welfare,  by  the  pupils  in  the 
public  schools  of  the  Territories  and  of  the  District  of  Columbio,  and  in  the  Mili- 
tary and  Naval  Academies." 


f\'' 


1S8 


Platiiv)rii  Prablb. 


that  experience,  many  a  State  said,   •  Tliis  must  never  Imppeu 
again,'  and  added  military  drill  for  many  scliools. 

But  a  greater  evil  is  in  all  our  land,  to-day,  than  the  one  that 
temporarily  estranged  us  in  ante-bellum  days.  Uncle 
Tom  could  say,  "This  body  is  Maasa  Legree's  slave, 
but  this  soul  is  God's  free  man.'  No  slave  of  alcohol 
can  say  that.  Enslaveil  soul  and  body  are  its  victims, 
who  are  not  an  alien  r<vce,  thus  subjugated,  but  are  our 
own  sons  and  brothers,  husbands  and  fathers,  the  best-be- 
loved from  the  homes  of  an  otherwise  happy  and  prosperous 
people.  A  "  flrst-bom  has  been  slain  "  by  tliis  destroyer,  in  all 
this  fair  land,  between  the  oceans,  the  lakes,  and  the  gulf. 
Never  has  any  evil  so  undermined  the  character  of  our  citizen- 
ship, and  therefore  proved  so  great  an  evil  to  our  free  institu- 
tions. Alarmed  at  the  inroads  of  tliis  enemy,  the  friends  of 
this  reform  are  knocking  at  the  doors  of  the  schools  for  relief. 
We  come  to  ask  for  an  enactment  that  shall  result  in  the  en- 
lightenment of  the  consciences  and  imderstanding  of  the  peo- 
ple, not  as  to  the  vice  and  evil  of  drunkenness,  of  which  all  are 
now  assured,  but  as  to  the  nature  f  alcohol,  and  of  its  effects 
upon  the  human  system,  that,  thus  forewarned,  our  youth  may 
be  forearmed. 

I  am  here,  gentlemen,  not  merely  as  a  person,  but  in  a  repre- 
sentative capacity.  There  are  two  hundred  thousand  Christian 
Nvomen  who  are  praying  this  morning  for  the  results  of  this 
hoar.  They  are  in  every  city,  in  every  town,  all  over  this 
broad  land,  in  every  State  and  every  Territory.  They  repre- 
sent the  homes,  the  Christian  homes  of  America.  If  we  save 
the  children  to-day,  we  shall  have  saved  the  nation  to-morrow. 
In  the  name,  then,  of  tliis  womanhood,  I  stand  here,  to  plead 
for  the  children  who  will  be  taught  in  the  specified  territory 
covered  by  this  bill,  and  likewise  for  the  influence  of  such  legis- 
lation. Wherever  our  flag  shall  be  unfurled  over  this  and 
other  lands  tliroughout  aU  Christendom,  wUl  be  felt  the  blessed 
example,  if  this  Congress  of  the  United  States  shall  thus  pro- 
vide for  the  temperance  education  of  the  children  under  its 

j'jrisdiction.  

107.    THK  TKMPBBANCK  KBUCATION  liAW.* 
The  old  maxim  says  that ' '  right  vnrongs  no  man."    So  I  say 
that  light  wrongs  no  man.    Truth  wrongs  no  man.    It  controL 
•  From  a  speech  In  the  House  of  Representatives,  May  17, 1886. 


Platform  Pkaki-s. 


189 


list  never  tmppea 
lioolp. 

,  than  the  one  that 

u    days.       Uncle 

Legree's    slave, 

slave  of   alcohol 

are   its   victims, 

ited.   but  are  our 

;herB,  the  best-be- 

ly  and  prosperous 

is  destroyer,  in  all 

£88,  and  the  gulf. 

iter  of  our  citizen- 

0  our  free  institu- 
ny,  the  friends  of 
)  schools  for  relief. 
11  result  in  the  en- 
uiding  of  the  peo- 
18,  of  which  all  are 
,  and  of  its  eflfects 
led,  our  youth  may 

■son,  but  in  a  repre- 
tliousand  Christian 
the  results  of  this 
own,  all  over  this 
tory.  They  repre- 
erica.    If  we  save 

nation  to-morrow, 
and  here,  to  plead 

specified  territory 
uence  of  such  legis- 
rled  over  this  and 

1  be  felt  the  blessed 
ites  shall  thus  pro- 
children  under  its 

XION  liAW.* 

no  man."  So  I  say 
o  man.    It  controL 

f  17, 1886. 


no  man,  but  it  helps  each  man  to  control  hiniBelf.  Tlu-re  is  and 
there  can  be  no  quostion  of  the  terrible  evil  of  intemiK'ranc. 
All  thinking  men  are  agreed  that  it  is  the  greatest  social  evil 
of  the  age.    It  is  an  evil  that  most  vitally  concerns  the  State  in 

many  ways. 

It  degrades  the  individual  citizen  and  unfits  hmi  for  the 
duties  and  resiwnsibilities  of  citizenship. 

It  is  the  most  prolific  cause  of  lawlessnesa,  pauperism,  and 

crime. 

It  is  the  great  destroyer  of  national  wealth. 
It  is  the  most  common  and  the  most  dangerous  agent  for 
the  corruption  of  tne  elective  franchise. 

There  is  no  side  of  free  government  that  it  does  not  assail. 
It  poisons  the  fountains  of  political  power ;  it  multiplies  the 
burdens  of  taxation ;  it  diminishes  the  wage-fund  of  labor  be- 
low the  line  of  decent  living  ;  it  dwarfs  the  power  of  produc- 
tion to  an  alarming  extent ;  it  corrupts  the  franchise  and  it 
threatens  the  future  of  the  Republic  by  perverting  and  depra- 
ving the  rising  generation. 

The  great  central  root  of  intemperance  is  ignorance.  The 
remedy  must  be  more  light. 

This  bill  is  the  echo  of  Gods  primordial  decree,  "Let  there 
be  light ' "  It  is  the  pleading  of  the  mUUons  of  the  children  of 
our  land,  beseeching  that  they  may  not  be  sent  naked,  without 
shield  or  armor,  into  the  battle  of  life  to  contend  agamst  odds 
not  only  with  the  open  and  disclosed  enemy  but  also  with  those 
that  lie  in  ambush  and  assail  them  in  disguise.  It  is  the  appeal 
of  hundreds  of  thousands  of  the  noblest  and  purest  women  of 
the  land  in  behalf  of  their  homes,  their  oflfspring,  their  altars, 
and  their  firesides.  It  is  the  plea  of  the  home,  the  church  and 
the  school  combined  that  if  our  tender  ones  and  our  helpless 
ones  must  run  the  gauntlet  of  the  armj  of  alcohol  they  may  at 
least  be  forewarned  and   upon   ijuard   against   the  lurkmg 

"""iTform  this  bill  affects  and  applies  only  to  the  District  of 
Columbia  and  the  places  under  the  exclusive  jurisdictioii  of 
the  United  States  ;  but  in  principle  and  in  moral  effect  it  is  as 
broad  as  the  nation.  . 

Its  passage  will  send  a  thrUl  of  joy  and  a  tide  of  blewing 
from  ocean  to  ocean,  from  the  great  lakes  to  the  Gulf,  and  from 
the  Everglades  of  Tlorida  to  the  waters  of  Puget  Sound,    it  la 


I 


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140 


I'LATFORM  PkARU). 


II  ii'iuody  iH<aceal)lo,  philosophical,  radical,  far-roaching.  It 
trendies  on  no  man's  rights,  proscribes  no  nwn's  business,  con- 
fiscates no  man's  property,  dictates  no  man's  habits,  restricts 
no  man's  liberty.  It  appeals  only  to  the  power  of  truth  upon 
uian's  free  choice.  It  will  be  as  silent  and  as  beneficent  in  its 
operation  as  the  dew  and  the  sunshine  of  spring.  It  will  come 
with  l>ane  for  none,  with  blessing  for  all.  We,  who  to-day  re- 
cord our  votes  for  this  bill,  may  not  live  to  see  its  matured 
fruits.  The  world  will  move  on  much  the  same  as  before,  but 
it  will  move  upon  a  constantly  ascending  plane  until  it  shall 
come  at  length,  perhaps  long  after  we  are  gone,  into  a  clearer 
light,  into  a  brighter  hope,  into  a  nobler,  cleaner,  and  more 
lieneficent  mode  of  living. 

We  have  it  in  our  power  here  and  now  to  confer  untold 
blessings  upon  the  future  of  our  country,  for  which  milliona 
now  unborn  shall  rise  up  and  call  us  blessed.  Can  we  neglect 
so  grand  an  opportunity,  so  imperative  a  duty? 

—  Hon.  Byron  M,  Cutcheon, 


108. 


THB  liOYAIi  TKmPBHANCE  liEOIOH. 

We're  a  temperance  legion 

Singing  as  we  come, 
Soldiers  of  an  army 
Pledged  to  conquer  rum. 

We're  for  home  and  mother, 

Ood  and  native  land  ; 
Grown  up  friend  and  brother, 
Give  us  now  your  hand. 

We're  a  gentle  legion, 
In  our  sunny  youth, 
Bearing  as  our  weapons 
Only  lo%  e  and  truth. 

We're  for  home  and  mother, 

God  and  native  land ; 
Grown  up  friend  and  brother. 
Give  us  now  your  hand. 

We're  an  earnest  legion, 

For  we  surely  know 
What  destroys  the  father 

Is  the  children's  foe. 


,  far-roaching.  It 
lan's  business,  con- 
I's  habits,  restricts 
wer  of  truth  upon 
as  beneficent  in  its 
'ing.  It  will  come 
Ve,  who  to-day  re- 
to  see  its  matured 
ame  as  before,  but 
)lane  until  it  shall 
;one,  into  a  clearer 
cleaner,  and  more 

V  to  confer  untold 
for  which  milliona 
.    Can  we  neglect 

ty? 

m  M,  Cutdham. 


B  liEOIOn. 


ler, 
her, 


ler, 

bee, 

L 


Pl.ATKOBM  PkaRLH. 


Ul 


Wo're  for  home  and  mother, 

(J(h1  mul  itsitive  land; 
Older  friend  and  brother, 

Give  us  now  your  haacL 

We're  an  honest  legion, 
Wearing  colors  true, 
lAke  our  country's  emblem, 
Red  and  white  and  blue. 

We're  for  home  and  mother> 

Ood  and  native  land  ; 
Patriot  friend  and  brother, 
Give  ua  loyal  hand. 

We're  a  growing  legion. 
By  and  by  we'll  stand 
Citizens  and  rulers, 
Ballots  in  our  hands  ; 

Tlien  to  home  and  country 

We  will  still  be  true. 
Vote  for  Prohibition, 
Grown  up  friends,  will  you? 

—  Mary  T.  Lathrap. 


109.    THE  TKRHORS  OF  KVIOTION. 

Have  you  ever  thought  about  a  woman  being  turned  out  of 
her  house  —  the  little  cottage  that  covers  her  and  her  children? 
Can  you  picture  — you  who  live  in  comfortable  homes  filled 
with  light  and  warmth  and  books  and  joy  —  can  you  think  of 
these  people  —  human  beings,  our  brothers  and  sisters,  the  poor 
mother,  brave  though  her  heart  is  breaking,  huddling  her  little 
children  about  her,  and  the  father,  weak  but  loving,  and 
loving  all  the  deeper  because  he  knows  his  weakness  has 
brought  them  to  this  want  and  degradation,  and  little 
children,  those  of  whom  our  Saviour  said :  "Suffer  them  io 
come  unto  me  and  forbid  them  not,"  there  asking.  "Mamma, 
where  will  we  sleep  to-night?  "—can  you  picture  that  and  then 
their  taking  themselves  up  and  the  woman  putting  her  hand 
with  undying  love  and  faith  in  the  hand  of  the  man  she  swore 
to  follow  through  good  and  evil  report,  and  marching  up  and 
down  the  street  — this  pitiable  procession  —  through  the  un- 
thinking streets,  by  laughing  children  and  shining  windows. 


142 


PLATrORM  FBARLB. 


looking  for  a  hole  where,  like  the  foxes,  they  may  hide  their 

poor  heads  ? 

My  frier'ls,  they  talk  to  you  about  iH>rsonal  liberty,  that  a 
man  should  have  the  right  to  go  into  a  grog-shop  and  see  this 
pitiable  procession  —  now  stopped  -  parading  up  and  down  our 
streets  again.  They  talk  to  you  ab«)Ut  the  sliades  of  Washing- 
ton, Monroe,  and  Jefferson  I  would  not  give  one  happy,  rosy 
little  woman,  uplifted  from  that  degradation  —  happy  again  in 
her  home,  with  the  cricket  chirping  on  her  hearthstone  and 
her  cliildren  about  her  knee,  her  huslumd  redeemed  from  drink 
at  her  side  —  I  would  not  give  one  of  them  for  all  the  shadea 
of  all  the  men  that  ever  contended  since  Cataline  conspired  and 
Geesar  fought !  -  i^^nry  W.  Grudy. 

110.    A   NKW   80;««   OV  SIXPENCE. 

Sing  a  song  of  ways  and  means, 

Nice  good-natured  man, 
With  an  empty  ix)cketbook. 

Hits  upon  a  plan. 
Gets  a  paper  and  a  pen, 

Writes  an  application ; 
Gets  it  signed  by  twelve  nice  men 

Of  decent  grade  and  station ! 
When  the  paper's  opened, 

'TIb  clearly  understood. 
The  whole  thing  is  "  conducive 

To  the  public  good," 

Fellow  buys  his  license, 

Pays  his  money  down ; 
Isn't  that  an  easy  way 

Of  lighting  up  a  town  ? 
Make  the  sidewalks  wider, 

Make  'em  wide  and  straight ; 
Sometimes  men  come  reeling 

Homeward  rather  late  — 
Once  were  babies  cuddled  tight, 

As  though  the  love  would  smother ; 
Isn't  this  a  pleasant  sight 

To  set  before  a  mother? 

Sing  a  song  of  broken  hearts. 
Hearts  tliat  break  for  sorrow  ; 


qu 

sti 
la 


they  may  hide  their 

moiiiil  liberty,  that  a 
og-Hhop  and  seo  this 
ling  up  and  down  our 
)  BliadeH  of  Washing- 
give  one  liappy,  rosy 
ion  —  happy  again  in 
her  hearthstone  and 
redeemed  from  drinlt 
sm  for  all  the  shades 
Jataline  conspired  and 
■  Henry  W,  Grudy. 

XPENC'IC. 

eans, 


i, 


ice  men 


ion 


iicive 


ight ; 
ing 

tight, 
lid  smother ; 


trts, 
jrrow  : 


Fl-ATirOBM  Pbakls. 


I-4.« 


ICyes  that  Icok  thr«»ngh  blinding  tears 

For  a  bt'tt»i  mori ow. 
Wlien  the  ih>11h  are  oiHJued, 

Tlie  votes  and  dilnk  go  down  ; 
Iwi't  this  a  precious  sight 

To  set  iH-fore  a  town  ? 

Sing  a  song  of  ships  afloat, 

Starry  jtennanta  wearing ; 
For  a  distant  heathen  port 

See  them  seaward  bearing. 
Tracts  and  whisky  casks  aboard. 

Rum  and  salvation ; 
Tis  a  most  consistent  lUsh 

Before  a  Christian  nation. 

Sing  a  song  of  woman's  work, 

Women's  faith  and  prayers  ; 
Four  and  twenty  duties, 

Four  and  twenty  cares. 
Girls  with  sunny  faces, 

Women  with  white  hair  ; 
Unions  in  the  East  and  West, 

Unions  everywhere, 

Working  for  a  Christian  cause. 

Men  that  cause  delaying, 
Women  with  their  ribbons  white, 

Hopinj,',  trusting,  praying. 
When  the  Book  is  opened, 

Where  creed  and  act  accord, 
Won't  this  be  a  pleasant  sight 

To  set  before  the  Lord  V 

—  Mra.  N.  8.  KUchel. 


Ill,    THE  POWKB  OF   HMJHTEOtlS   I. AW. 

I  am  aware  that  legal  penalties  can  not  kill  appetite,  or 
quench  inward  dispositions.  But  if  this  is  an  objection  to  a  penal 
statute  in  one  instance,  it  is  an  objection  in  all  instances.  The 
law  against  murder  cannot  prevent  the  murderous  disposition 
-  the  penalty  for  stealing,  does  not  make  one  any  lep*i  a  thief 
at  heart.  Law  is  not  a  moral  and  regenerating  force ;  it  .s 
restriction,  and  has  reference  to  overt  acts.    And  in  this  capac- 


ii 


m 


PfcATFORM  PKARI.1*. 


ity  it  in  IcKiliiimlo  ftiul  oftU'iu'iouii  niiywlun*' ;  it  Ih  mo  w  lien  it 
tonllHiiilt'H  tlu'  iiiiitl.'iiu'iits  of  llie  gaiiH'Htfr,  or  wtopH  llio  triinic 
of  tlie  (Icalor  in  intoxloaliiiK  driiikH.  It  »M'.oincH  fvt'ry  citi/.i'ii 
to  exert  all  liiH  iiittiu-nci'  in  croi-ting  l.'nal  Hafi'guanl«  agaliiHl 
thoH«^  nionHtroiiH  vIcch.  It  iw  a  Hluitncful  incoMHisti'my  that  the 
law  Hliould  Itimy  itH4'lf  only  with  ronHWiiu-iu-cH,  and  ni'glift  and 
t'v«>n  foHtiT  c-aiiKOH.  It  lfav«>H  uiicarcd  for  tlu<  IioIIhhIh  of  inii|- 
iiitv.  and  Hhntn  up  tht«  vagrant  and  the  thief.  With  t)ne  han.l 
it  li.eimeH  a  dram-shop,  and  with  the  other  biiildH  a  gallowH. 
lleurei;  u-hnr  arc  in»ir  inflnence  ami  your  rofr  in  thin  mat- 
fgP  f  —  Rer.  Dr.  K.  Jf.  ( 'hiiftiii. 


1  m 


113.    THK  OHKAT    PIIOBLKItl. 

It  wivH  my  great  pleasure  a  few  years  ago  to  listen  to  an 
addrewi  by  Bishop  Thohurn  from  Calcutta,  India,  tt)  the  gradu- 
ating clasB  !it  Painesville.  Ohio,     In  it  he  said  : 

"Life  is  full  of  problems,  and  education  heliw  us  to  solve 
them.  The  scholar  is  accustomed  to  sit  down  to  his  example. 
The  more  diftlcult  it  is,  the  more  time  and  thought  he  inust 
consume  in  working  it  out.  Does  he  give  it  up  bccaum-  it  is 
difllcultV  Never  !  if  he  is  the  real  scholar.  Does  he  go  to  his 
class  and  say  to  the  teacher,  '  The  easiest  iirohlems  I  have 
solved,  but  the  more  difficult  and  intricate  I  have  left  until  my 
mind  is  prepared  to  grasp  them,  and  I  feel  more  like  studying 
them  out.  I  find  my  classmates  also  diHiM)Hed  to  let  them 
alone,  so  we  have  all  concluded  to  do  only  what  we  are  able 
easily  and  naturally  to  do.' " 

Shall  we  he  such  scholars  in  the  great  school  of  life  ?  One 
of  the  most  intricate  problerav  set  before  us  is  this  of  the  tem- 
perance question.  Shall  we  I  >  ve  it  alone,  or  shall  we,  i"  our 
quiet  homes,  study  out  the  problem,  and  never  rest  until  it  is 
successfully  solved  ? 

You  say  it  is  intricate.  Yes,  there  is  the  addition  of  woes, 
terrible  beyond  description.  There  is  the  subtraction  of  happi- 
ness beyond  computation.  Tliere  is  the  multiplication  of  sor- 
rows and  distresses,  and  there  is  the  division  of  estates,  of 
homes,  of  lives.  Tliere  are  questions  of  profit  and  loss  —  profit 
to  the  saloon-keeper,  to  be  balanced  by  loss  to  the  nation,  the 
iitate,  the  church,  the  community,  and  the  home. 

There  are  questions  of  proportion  ;  if  a  saloon-keeper  pays 
1300,  how  many  homes  worth  |3,000,  |20.000,  or  $300,000  may 


iiiii 


I'LAfroUM  l'KAUI,S. 


!«:. 


ere ;  it  Ih  ho  wlicn  it 
•r,  or  HtopM  llio  triillio 
H'coincH  cvfry  fiti/.i'ii 
il  Hitfi'guanlM  iiKaiiiKl 
iicoiiHisli'iuy  that  the 
iiccH,  mul  ni'ulwt  and 
:  the  hotU'dH  of  inii|- 
liff.  With  oiu"  Iwmd 
luT  biiiklK  a  t;allo\VB. 
ur  viitr  in  lliln  mat- 
l>r,  K,  U.  i  Imiiin. 

•H  ago  to  Hfiten  to  an 
I,  India,  to  tho  gradu- 
said : 

ion  ht'l|)8  us  to  solve 
lown  to  his  example, 
ind  thought  he  muat 
,0  it  up  becauM'  it  in 
r.  DoeB  he  go  to  his 
est  problems  I  have 
e  I  have  left  until  my 
el  more  like  studying 
disjMmed  to  let  them 
ily  what  we  are  able 

school  of  life?  One 
us  is  this  of  the  tem- 
le,  or  shall  we,  in  our 
never  rest  until  it  is 

the  addition  of  woes, 
)  subtraction  of  happi- 
multiplication  of  sor- 
livision  of  estates,  of 
profit  and  loss— profit 
088  to  the  nation,  the 
lie  home. 

a  saloon-keeper  pays 
0.000,  or  $300,000  may 


\v  ruini'd?  How  many  manly  forniM  may  he  bring  ti>  drunk- 
•irds'  grav«>H?  How  many  niotlitTH'  hearts  may  h«>  break? 
How  many  children  may  he  keep  iMirefinit  and  starving  through 
tliecoUl  winter? 

Ah,  Christian  women,  is  the  problem  bt'yond  our  solving? 
Shall  we  not  join  hands  and  hearls  and  brains  to  stutly  out  this 
Btuiienilous  (jucstion  in  its  various  niiitinns  .■' 

lA't  us  call  to  our  aid  clear  minds  that  liave  given  their  \mit 
thought  for  years  to  its  solution.  I-^'t  us  chiH>se  their  words 
rather  than  our  own  in  presenting  Hichc  thoughts  to  others. 

1^'t  us  sit  low  at  the  feet  of  thes*'  teachers  and  prove  dili- 
gent and  ready  scholars. 

Let  us  ask  the  blessing  of  the  Divine  Teacher  on  our  every 
effort,  and  seek  His  presence  and  lienediction  first  of  all. 

—  Mm.  Nettie  D.  Femald. 


113.    A   PKAVKB  BV   DR.  DKKHIH. 

Look  upon  us,  O  (Jo<l,  our  heavenly  Father,  in  our  helpless- 
ness before  this  great  tyranny.  Look  upon  us  as  they  slaughter 
our  children  and  our  fathers,  and  look  with  pity  ujion  the 
mothers  and  the  fathers  of  the  dead  brave  whom  they  have 
killed.  Bring  from  out  of  the  schools  and  colleges,  the  fac- 
tories and  the  farms,  those  who  are  gifted  to  fight ;  and  may 
all  enter  into  this  work  with  all  their  heart,  brain,  brawn,  and 
life.  Let  not  the  sun  of  this  generation  go  down  in  darkness. 
May  the  terrific  mm  traffic  be  crushed  out.  Let  the  powers  of 
moral  suasion,  of  pnaching,  of  law,  and  of  social  influence  bo 
combined  to  beat  down  this  Satan.  Grant  that  this  whole  na- 
tion may  be  stirred  increasingly  over  this  gie.itest  question  that 
has  stirred  it  since  the  continent  was  discovered.  Break,  we 
pray  Thee,  the  power  of  every  preacher,  every  editor,  every 
poet,  every  reporter,  every  writer,  who  is  engaged  in  giving 
countenance  to  the  desolating  curse  of  the  centuries.  .tVnd  give 
strength  to  every  feeble  child,  and  to  every  weak  woman,  and 
every  humble  soldier  fighting  for  Prohibition ;  and  may  the 
strongest  amongst  us  be  like  David,  and  the  Davids  in  this 
cause  be  powerful  as  angela  of  heaven. 

—  Rev.  Dr.  Charles  F.  Deems,  in  Cooper  Union,  June  7, 

1887. 
10 


146 


Flatfobh  Pearls. 


114.    "THG  niASTEK  CAL1.ETH." 

The  golden  test  of  character  is  in  Ck>lossians  3:17,  "What- 
soever ye  do  in  word  or  deed,  do  all  in  the  namo  of  the  Lord 
Jesus."  That  is  life's  topmost  round,  its  loftiest  ideal,  one  that 
would  carry  with  it  happiness  for  others  and  for  ourselves,  and 
would  bring  out  all  the  power  there  is  in  any  one  of  us.  If  this 
is  your  ideal  the  forces  of  the  universe  are  on  your  side  ;  there 
is  a  momentum  from  the  great  Parental  Spirit  of  the  world. 
No  harm  can  come  to  you  on  any  planet  if  the  supreme  la^v 
that  gives  unity  to  your  life  is  this  one  Master.  It  is  a  very 
practical  thing  to  carry  out  this  law,  and  if  we  are  sincere  it 
will  make  Christ  master  of  our  money,  master  of  our  time, 
master  of  our  tongues,  master  of  our  influence  ;  and  if  it  does 
not,  then  what  we  claim  concerning  consecration  is  sounding 
brass  and  a  tinkling  cymbal,  nothing  more. 

The  Master  calleth  :  He  calls  by  joy,  and  I  have  thought 
when  that  suffices  He  does  not  call  by  grief.  The  sunshine, 
not  the  storm,  is  the  preferred  method  of  approach  by  Him 
who  weareth  light  as  a  garment. 

In  my  temperance  work  I  often  ask  white-ribboners  what 
enlisted  them  to  fight  this  battle,  and  in  nine  cases  out  of  ten  I 
find  it  was  the  call  of  joy.  Even  as  a  lovely  Southern  woman 
said  to  me  in  a  city  of  Virginia  where  I  was  forming  a  society, 
as  she  stepped  forward  to  give  me  her  name :  "  Just  because 
my  home  has  been  so  bright,  because  my  husband  and  my  sons 
never  wish  to  spend  an  evening  out,  and  have  no  habit  that  a 
woman  might  not  cherish,  I  am  glad  to  give  my  name  and 
pledge  my  work.    It  is  a  token  of  my  gratitude." 

But  if  we  will  not  be  won  by  the  sweet  South  wind,  then 
comes  the  tempest,  and  He  who  loves  us  too  well  to  give  up 
ealling,  sends  the  call  of  grief.  How  many  of  us  have  sorrow- 
fully proved  that  this  is  true!  What  scars  upon  the  heart, 
known  perhaps  only  to  God,  t«8tify  to  the  scourging  of  Him 
who  doth  not  willingly  afflict  or  grieve  the  children  of  men  I 

Jenny  land  was  asked  what  she  thought  about  when  she 
was  singing,  and  with  a  rapt  gaze  she  answered,  "  Oh,  I  al- 
ways sing  to  God  ! "  The  words  were  eloquent ;  they  tell  what 
evpry  life  should  do  —  it  should  sing  its  noble  psalm  to  God 
who  gave  it. 

He  calls  by  opportunity.  Tlie  Foreign  Missionary  work  — 
that  blessed  John  the  Baptist  that  prepares  the  way  for  women. 


Platform  Pbari.s. 


147 


L1.ETH." 

iloeslans  3:17,  "What- 
;he  name-  of  the  Lord 
loftiest  ideal,  one  that 
and  for  ourselves,  and 
any  one  of  us.  If  this 
re  on  your  side  ;  there 
1  Spirit  of  the  world, 
t  if  the  supreme  law 

Master.  It  is  a  very 
id  if  we  are  sincere  it 
,  master  of  our  time, 
luence  ;  and  if  it  does 
isecration  is  sounding 
re. 

',  and  I  have  thought 
grief.    The  sunshine, 

of  approach  by  Him 

white-ribboners  what 
nine  cases  out  of  ten  I 
vely  Southern  woman 
vas  forming  a  society, 
name :  "  Just  because 
husband  and  my  sons 
have  no  habit  that  a 
x>  give  my  name  and 
atitude." 

'^eet  South  wind,  then 
IS  too  well  to  give  up 
iuy  of  us  have  sorrow- 
scars  upon  the  heart, 
the  scourging  of  Him 
lie  children  of  men  I 
lught  about  when  she 
answered,  "  Oh,  I  al- 
)quent ;  they  tell  what 
)  noble  psalm  to  God 

fn  Missionary  work  — 
es  the  way  for  women. 


and  opens  highways  to  the  great  causes  of  home  philanthrapy 
—the  Woman's  Home  Missionary  work,  the  Woman's  Christian 
Temperance  Union,  with  its  beckoning  hand  and  its  stirring 
voice  "  For  God  and  Home  and  Native  Land,"  the  Christian 
Endekvor  Societies,  workiftg  so  bravely  "For  Christ  and  the 
Church,"  the  King's  Daughters,  with  their  glorious  motto,  "  In 
His  name"  — He  calls  by  opportunities  like  these,  in  a  more 
winsome  voice  than  Christian  women  ever  heard  before.  Can 
any  refuse  to  heed  the  call?  -  Frances  E.  Willard. 


115.    A  WORD  TO  THb  Tf'B. 
A  word  to  the  Y's,  and  what  word  shall  it  be  as  sufficient? 
The  answer  arises  in  my  own  heart ;  the  name  of  our  or- 
ganization covers  the  case  entirely  —  "  Young  Woman's  Chris- 
tian Temperance  Union  "— the  very  first  word  of  which  sug- 
gests helpfulness,  the  second  tactfuhiess,  kindness,  sympathy; 
the  third,  completeness ;  the  fourth,  the  immediate  necessity 
for  the  practical  application  of  these  attributes,  and  the  fifth, 
the  continued  need  of  united  labor.     The  air  is  fuU  of  the 
sound  of  orp;anized  effort,  and  titles  and  constitutions  portray 
the  objects  for  which  the  sociyties  are  formed,  but  none  can 
mean  more,  or  better  meet  the  present  social,  moral,  religious, 
educational,  and,  we  might,  add,  municipal,  requirements  of 
eveiy  town  and  hamlet,  than  the  organization  bearing  the 
alwve  name.     Some  will  question,   "Does  it  take  the  place 
of  the  Church  ? "    No ;  but  it  comes  forth  from  the  Cliurch  and 
is  an  extension  of  church  work,  under  a  name,  which,  by  its 
very  sound,  protests  against  the  greatest  enemy  of  the  Church. 
The  Crusade  Spirit,  a  baptism  which  fell  upon  the  women  in 
1873,  largely  eliminated  the  "  fear  of  man"  from  the  hearts  of 
those  who  had  been  "called,"  and  Christian  courage  and  forti- 
tude have  long  characterized  the  membership.    Every  God- 
inspired  reform  receives  consideration  and  is  practically  set  in 
motion  by  this  organization  ;  it  not  only  passes  resolutions  on 
questions  the  most  trying  and  difficult  out  on  the  frontier  of 
moral  warfare,  but  dares  to  stand  by  them  ;  it  plants  its  white 
banner,  and  then,  clad  in  the  "whole  armor,"   "as  good- 
natured  as  sunshine  and  as  persistent  as  a  Christian's  faith," 
fights  up  to  its  colors.    Tlio  name,  "  King's  Daughters,"  is  most 
beautiful  and  uplifting.     The  name,  "Christian  Endeavor," 
suggests  aggressive  Christianity.  Tlie  name,  ' '  Young  Woman's 


148 


Pl.ATfOKM  PeaBI-H. 


Christian  Temperance  Union,"  means  all  this  and  more :  it 
means  striking  at  the  root  of  the  greatest  evil  of  our  times ;  it 
means  personal  self-denial ;  it  means  espousing  a:\  unpopular 
cause,  and  working  for  it ;  it  means  to  be  willing  to  mai-ch  in 
the  grand  army  of  the  W.  C.  T.  U.,  which  is  fighting  with 
peaceable  weapons  for  the  total  prohibtion  of  the  liquor  traffic  ; 
for  equal  ar  J  an  educated  suiTrage ;  for  a  living  wage 
and  proper  working  hours  for  men  and  women  ;  for  social 
purity ;  for  the  cause  of  peace  and  arbitration ;  for  the 
maintenance  of  scientific  temperance  instruction  in  public 
schools.  It  stands  for  the  protection  of  boyhood  and  girl- 
hood in  all  stations  of  life,  and  if  there  is  any  other 
human  need,  however  direful  or  unattractive,  .as  a  direct 
or  indirect  result  of  intemperance  and  sin,  for  it  the 
Woman's  Christian  Temperance  Union  dares  to  raise  its  voice. 
Dear  young  women  because  there  is  "  a  shadow  on  the  home 
and  many  hearts  are  sad  to-day,"  we  ask  you  to  read  over  the 
forty  departments  of  the  National  W.  C.  T.  U.,  then  look 
around  you,  and  before  Gtod  ask  your  conscience  if  there  is  not 
a  need-be  for  each  one,  and  question  your  hearts.  "  Have  I 
come  to  the  Kingdom  for  such  a  time  as  this ;  for  such  righte- 
ous demands  as  these  ?  "  and  may  you  count  it  a  privilege  with- 
out delay  to  join  our  ranks,  and  to  say  :  '*  Let  my  life  be  given 
me  at  my  petition  and  my  people  at  my  regfCrd."  "  Here  am  I, 
Lord:  send  me."  —  Frances  J,  Barnes, 


116.    WHAT  Wllili  THE  JPARITIER  DO  I 

The  assumption  that  the  American  farmer  haa  reached  the 
limit  of  his  market  for  all  the  grain  he  raises  not  used  in  the 
drunkard-making  industry  is  contradicted  wherever  there  can 
be  found  a  hungiy,  half-fed  man,  woman,  or  child.  The  limit 
has  not  been  reached  — and  it  is  a  crime  to  assert  it  — when 
there  exists  a  half -starved  human  being  witlv'n  the  range  of 
the  white  sails  and  the  smoking  engines  of  American  commerce. 
What  is  the  farmer  to  do  with  his  surplus  grain  ?  We  com- 
mend to  The  Gazette  the  world  of  meaning  in  the  answer  of 
the  Kansas  farmer  to  a  similar  question  propounded  by  an 
anti-Prohibition  orator:  "We  will  raise  more  hogs  and  less 
hell!" 

Most  emphatically,  Prohibitionists  do  not  propose  to  destroy 


all  this  and  more :  it 
t  evil  of  our  times ;  it 
pousing  a' I  unpopular 
>e  willing  to  march  in 
i'hich  is  fighting  with 
m  of  the  liquor  traffic  ; 
;  for  a  living  wage 
id  women  ;  for  social 
arbitration ;  for  the 
instruction  in  public 
of  boyhood  and  girl- 
f  there  is  any  other 
Lttractive,  .as  a  direct 
and  sin,  for  it  the 
lares  to  raise  its  voice, 
shadow  on  the  home 
c  you  to  read  over  the 
C.  T.  U.,  then  look 
nscience  if  there  is  not 
our  hearts.  "  Have  I 
1  this ;  for  such  righte- 
lunt  it  a  privilege  with- 
'*  Let  my  life  be  given 
regtCrd."  "  Here  am  I, 
-  Frances  J,  Barnes. 


ARinER  DO? 

'armer  haa  reached  the 
(  raises  not  used  in  the 
xd  wherever  there  can 
in,  or  child.  The  limit 
ime  to  assert  it  —  when 
r\g  with'n  the  range  of 
)f  American  commerce, 
rplus  grain  ?  We  com- 
aning  in  the  answer  of 
bn  propounded  by  an 
ise  more  hogs  and  less 

0  not  propose  to  destroy 


Platfohm  Peauls. 


149 


!i 


the  farming  industry.  On  the  contrary,  they  would  give  it  a 
greater  imjietus.  What  tariff,  high  or  low,  would  begin  to 
benefit  the  American  farmer  like  the  existence  about  him  of  a 
community  free  from  saloons  and  drunkards,  with  every  meni- 
l)er  eating  hia  three  full  meals  a  day,  possessing  his  two  or  more 
good  siuts  of  clothes  and  sleeping  under  his  sheets  and  blankets 
made  from  the  products  of  the  farm?  Drink  burdens  th(>  farm- 
er hy  increasing,  his  taxes.  Drink  narrows  his  markets  just 
in  proportion  to  the  poverty  and  number  of  the  drinkers.  Ban- 
ish saloons  and  saloon  legislators  and  you  ojien  to  the  farmer 
the  flood-gates  of  prosperity.  —  The  Voice. 


lit.    THE  WHITE  RIBBON   ARMV. 

Encircle  the  world  with  a  riboon  ! 

A  beautiful  ribbon  of  white, 
The  badge  of  the  temperance  women, 

Tlie  emblem  of  freedom  and  right ; 
Of  freedom  from  bitterest  bondage, 

The  terrible  bondage  of  drink. 
That  binds  down  the  glory  of  manliood. 

And  fastens  a  heart  in  each  link. 

Heai  the  pitiful  wail  of  the  children  ! 

And  list  to  the  mother's  low  moan. 
Wives  weep  in  the  anguish  of  sorrow  : 

Oh,  what  for  such  woes  can  atone  ? 
Love,  truth,  and  home  life  are  shattered. 

And  hope  now  lies  crushed  at  the  feet 
Of  the  demon  who  tramples  uiwn  them  — 

Every  tie  that  made  living  so  sweet. 

Shall  no  standard  be  lifted  against  him, 

This  foe  that  spreads  ruin  and  shame. 
And  sullies  our  star-spangled  banner 

By  plying  his  trade  in  its  name  ? 
O  yes  !  for  while  temperance  women 

Have  power  to  speak  for  the  right, 
We'll  encircle  the  world  with  our  ribbon. 

Our  beautiful  ribbon  of  white. 

—  Marian  W.  Hubbard. 


160 


Platform  Pearls. 


118.    THE   VOUK  OF  M'IKN*  K. 

I  am  recording  a  iratter  of  history  — of  i)er8onal  histciy — 
on  this  question  when  I  say  that  I,  for  one,  had  no  thought  of 
alcohol  except  asaftxKi.    I  thought  it  narmed  us.    1  thoxight 
it  gave  additional  strength.    I  thought  it  enabled  us  to  endure 
mental  and  bodily  fatigue.    I  thought  it  cheered  the  heart,  and 
lifted  up  the  miii-I  into  greater  activity.     But  it  so  happened 
that  I  was  asked  by  the  British  Medical  Association  to  study 
the  action  of  alcohol  along  with  a  whole  series  of  chemical 
bodies,  and  to  investigate  their  bearing  in  relation  to  each 
other.    And  so  I  took  alcohol  from  the  shelf  of  my  laboratory, 
as  I  might  any  other  drug  or  chemical  there,  and  I  asked  it,  in 
the  course  of   experiments  extending  over   a   long   period, 
"  What  do  you  do?"    I  asked  it,  "  Do  you  warm  the  animal 
body  when  you  are  taken  into  it  ? "  The  reply  came  invariably, 
"  I  do  not,  except  as  a  mere  flush  of  surface  excitement.  Tliere 
is,  in  fact,  no  warming,  but,  on  the  contrary,  an  effect  of  cool- 
ing and  chilling  the  body."     Tlien  I  turned  round  to  it  in 
another   direction,  and  asked  it,  "  Uo   you   give   muscular 
strength  ?  "    I  test  it  by  the  most  rigid  analysis  and  experimr  at 
I  can  adopt,    I  test  muscular  power  under  the  influence  of  it 
in  various  forms  and  degrees,  and  its  reply  is,  "  I  give  no  mus- 
cular strength."    I  turn  to  its  effect  uiwn  the  organs  of  the 
body,  and  find  that  while  it  expedites  the  heart's  action  it 
reduces  tonicity  ;  and  turning  to  the  nervous  system  I  find  the 
same   reply— that    is   to   say,    I    find    the   nervous  system 
more  quickly  worn  out  under  the  influence  of  this  agent  than 
if  none  of  it  is  taken  at  all.    I  ask  it,  "  Can  you  build  up  any 
of  the  tissues  of  the  body?  "    The  answer  again  is  in  the  nega- 
tive — "  I  can  build  nothing.   If  I  do  any  tiling  I  add  fatty  mat- 
ter to  the  body ;  but  that  is  a  destructive  agent,  piercing  the 
tissuos,  destroying  their  powers,  and  muJiing  them  less  active 
in  their  work."    Finally,  I  sum  it  all  up.    I  find  it  to  be  an 
agent  that  gives  no  strength,  that  reduces  the  lone  of  the  blood- 
vessels and  heart,  that  reduces  the  nervous  power,  that  builds 
up  no  tissues,  can  be  of  no  use  to  me  or  any  other  animal  aa  a 
Bubetance  for  food.    On  that  side  of  the  question  niy  mind  is 
made  up  — that  this  agent,  in  the  most  moderate  quantity,  is 
perfectly  useless  for  any  of  the  conditions  of  life  to  which  men 


Platform  Pkart^S. 


161 


l)er8onal  histoiy  — 
had  no  thought  of 
med  us.     1  thought 
labled  us  to  endure 
?ered  the  heart,  and 
But  it  so  happened 
Lssociation  to  study 
series  of  chemical 
in  relation  to  each 
If  of  my  laboratory, 
e,  and  I  asked  it,  in 
er   a   long    period, 
1  warm  the  animal 
ply  came  invariably, 
e  excitement.  Tliere 
ry,  an  effect  of  cool- 
•ned  round  to  it  in 
^ou   give    muscular 
ysis  and  experimr  at 
:  the  influence  of  it 
'is,  "I  give  nomus- 
1  the  organs  of  the 
the  heart's  action  it 
)us  system  I  find  the 
;he   nervous   system 
e  of  this  agent  than 
n  you  build  up  any 
again  is  in  the  nega- 
liing  I  add  fatty  mat- 
i  agent,  piercing  the 
ing  them  less  active 
.    I  find  it  to  be  an 
the  tone  of  the  blood- 
is  power,  that  builds 
tty  other  animal  as  a 
juestion  niy  mind  is 
Moderate  quantity,  is 
of  life  to  which  men 


are  subjected,  except  under  the  most  exceptional  conditions, 
which  none  but  skilled  observers  need  declare. 

—  Bei\jamin  Ward  Richardson,  M.D.* 


1 19.    "  COinPtJIiSORV  MOKALITY." 

All  men  will  not  do  right ;  that  is,  a  great  many  will  not  — 
they  are  wrong-headed,  black-hearted,  an  go  in  for  securing  to 
themselves  the  largest  possible  share  of  sensual  gratification  at 
the  smallest  cost  of  labor  or  exertion.  Which  then  is  to  be  pre- 
ferred—that these  men  should  continue  t<>  do  wrong  with 
impunity  and  seeming  advantage  at  the  cost  of  the  general 
weal ;  or  that  the  law  should  interpose  to  bar  the  path  in  which 
they  choose  to  tread  ?  \  ^t  to  do  this  latter  is  just  what  is  stig- 
matized as  "  compulsory  morality."  We  don't  see  how  penal 
laws  can  enforce  any  other  than  "  compulsory  "  morality,  nor 
what  they  are  required  for  if  not  for  just  this. 

—  Horace  Orecley. 

130.   THB  POLITICIAN'S  WAUi. 

Oh,  I  wish  I  could  ride  two  horses 

Both  going  different  ways  ; 
I  wish  I  could  act  on  two  stages 

Both  running  different  plays  t 
I  wish  I  could  talk  free  silver 

To  the  wild  and  woolly  West, 
While  I  shriek  in  the  I^Jast  for  the  yellow  dust 

That  the  Eastern  man  loves  best ! 

I  love  to  "  smile  "  with  the  rummy 

Or  walk  with  the  dry  Prohib., 
Or  fix  to  please  the  Populist 

A  neat  little  two  per  cent.  fib. 
I  wish  I  could  please  all  parties, 

I  wish  I  could  tic  :le  all  men. 
So  the  points  of  the  compass  would  all  combine 

To  run  me  for  office  again  I 

But  they  jam  me  into  a  comer 

And  say  I  must  do  or  die. 
Must  show  my  nettle,  define  my  views. 

And  let  my  baimers  fly  ! 


*  Ex-Presldent  of  the  Medical  Society  of  London,  Fellow  of  the  Roy«l  Society, 
Fellow  of  the  Royal  College  of  Phygiclans,  etc. 


153 


Platform  Pearls. 


Oh,  where'B  my  occupation 

If  this  country  means  to  rise 
And  tear  from  our  records  and  language  books 

That  good  word,  "temporize V" 

I  envy  the  little  tree-toad 

Whose  tough,  elastic  hide 
Takes  the  hue  of  the  stone  or  twiglet 

Where  he  doth,  pro  tem,  abide. 
Unblamed  —  oh,  wasteful  nature, 

Confer  that  gift  on  me, 
For  I  am  a  patriot  leader 

Who  lov^his  salaree  !  -Edna  C.  Jackson. 

lai.    THK  TEBIPEBANCE  ABM*. 

Recitation  for  Eight  Boys. 

FIRST  BOY. 
We've  joined  the  Temperance  Army,  and  the  drink  we  mean 

to  fight ;  ,        J    ■  1  *. 

We've  all  enlisted  early  on  the  side  of  truth  and  right. 
We're  healthy,  strong,  and  sturdy,  and  a«  time  goes  fleetmg 

If  God^doth  spare  our  lives,  we'll  grow  in  stature  tall  and 

And  w^'e'f  go  on  as  we've  begun,  and  fight  for  freedom  still. 
We'U  be  loyal  temperance  soldiers  -yes,  that  we  will  1 

SECOND  BOY. 
Brave  and  obedient  we  must  be,  and  prompt  at  Duty's  word. 
NoTar  mu^dwell  within  the  hearts  by  love  and  pity  stirred  ■. 
As  soldiers  here  you  find  us,  ready,  every  one,  to  fight 
UntU  our  foe,  the  tyrant  Drink,  is  put  to  shameful  flight ; 
^oXrs  we  saMe  you-and  we  wish  that  every  one 
Wo^d  join  our  Temperance  Army,  till  our  glorious  work  is 
done  ! 

THIRD  BOY. 

We  all  beUeve  in  order,  and  we're  proud  of  this  o"r  band- 
We're  trim  and  neat  and  steady,  a«  we  struggle  heart  and 

For  shoulder  unto  shoulder,  side  by  side,  we  boys  remain. 
We  wheel  to  right,  we  wheel  to  left,  and  now  we  halt  agam  ! 


T 


iguage  books 


;let 


■  Edna  C.  Jackson. 

i  ARinv. 

'oys. 

i  the  drink  we  mean 

ith  and  right. 

[  as  time  goes  fleeting 

,w  in  stature  tall  and 

tit  for  freedom  still. 
1,  that  we  will  1 


)mpt  at  Duty's  word. 

T  love  and  pity  stiiTed  ■. 

:y  one,  to  fight 

o  shameful  flight ; 

h  that  every  one 

11  our  glorious  work  is 


id  of  this  our  band  — 
we  struggle  heart  and 

e,  we  boys  remain, 
id  now  we  halt  again  ! 


Platfouh  Pkabls. 


1&3 


We  HhoHldrr  arms  and  arms  present ;  and  striving  hard  are 

we 
To  make  the  Temperance  Army  just  as  strong  aa  strong  can 

bel 

FOURTH  BOY. 

Of  course  we  have  some  music  just  to  cheer  us  on  our  way, 
So  here  we  lift  our  bugles !    Would  you  Uke  to  hear  us  play  ? 
Or  watch  us  as  we  sound  the  fifes,  the  comet,  and  the  drum  ? 
With  notes  of  triumph,  and  of  peace,  the  Temperance  soldiers 

come.  , 

Roll,  roll  your  drums,  my  comrades,  till  a  mighty  host  we 

win  —  ,  •    .      xi        •    I 

And  send  the  bugle-call  to  young  and  old,  and  bring  them  in  I 

FIFTH  BOY. 

Lift  up  the  Temperance  banner,  let  its  folds  shine  out  on  high  ; 
O  children,  lift  it  upward  -upward  to  the  smiling  sky  1 
Hurrah  for  these  our  colors !  all  the  world  shall  see  them  glow- 
We'U  wave  our  flag,  our  Temperance  flag,  in  the  face  of  Drink, 

our  foe ;  ,         .      i 

We'U  plant  our  standard  everywhere,  and  spread  oiu:  fearless 

Till  sober  homes  and  happy  hearts  are  known  throughout  the 
land ! 

SIXTH  BOY. 

With  dauntless  spirits,  hero-like,  forever  may  we  go. 
We're  not  afraid  in  freedom's  cause  to  strike  a  steady  blow  ; 
We're  not  afraid  of  mocking,  for  we  cry  with  a  steadfast  wiU : 
"  We  WiU  not  touch  nor  taste  the  drink  that  worketh  harm  and 

ill ! " 
At  every  point  we'U  fight  it,  and  we'U  never,  never  yield  : 
We'll  charge  it  all  together,  and  we'U  drive  it  from  the  field ! 

SEVENTH  BOY. 

Tliis  dav  we  come  recruitmg  for  the  army  of  the  true  1 
Whate'er  your  name,  whate'er  your  place,  our  ranTss  have 
need  of  you :  ,  n. 

Please  sign  our  pledge-book,  join  our  band,  come  forward  to 

our  aid —  . 

Now,  now  become  a  soldier  in  the  Abstinence  Brigade ; 


1B4 


FulTrOBU  PlASLB- 


Our  hands  to  you  we'U  aU  hold  out,  our  welcome  high  shall 

sound ;  .  ,  j i 

Come,  join  our  growing  army  that  will  help  the  weak  around  ! 

EIGHTH  BOY. 

Our  strength  is  in  uniting  ;  if  we  muster  one  and  all, 

The  powers  of  Drink  that  wrong  our  earth  shaU  yet  enfeebled 

fall ;  .       1    11  K„ 

The  drunkard's  chain  shall  be  no  more,  the  captive  shall  be 

And  vice  'and  want  and  trembling  fear  before  our  ranks  shall 

Come,  gather,  gather,  one  and  all,  until  the  strife  be  done ; 
By  work  and  prayer  we'U  conquer  yet  and  march  victorious 

on! 

ALL. 

Come,  Temperance  Boldiers,  muster  in  life's  morting  glad  and 

bright,  . 

We'll  gather,  gather,  side  by  side,  and  marcn  to  wm  me 

fight  1 
(Tlieu  leave  the  platform  in  marching  order,  one  by  one.) 
^  —  Mra.  Hayeraft. 

133.    THB  8AII.OR  liAD. 

It  was  a  sailor,  brown  and  young, 

Whose  ship  had  just  sailed  by ; 
Its  fair  white  sails  were  proudly  swelled. 
Its  great,  dark  hull  was  lightly  held. 
And,  with  the  rippling  waves  did  weld. 
As  swept  its  prow  around  a  curve. 
Without  a  single  wavering  swerve ; 
And  anchored  safe  did  lie. 

For  many  days  the  good  ship  had 

Battled  with  wind  and  main  ; 
Storms  had  assailed,  great  winds  did  blow. 
Calms  had  entangled  in  their  slow 
And  weary  currents,  ice  and  snow 
Tried  to  enshroud  her  in  their  bands ; 
Pirates  attacked  her  in  far  lauds  ; 
Yet  here  she  was  again. 

Her  captain  was  a  stem,  good  man. 
Eight  worthy  of  his  place  ; 


welcome  high  shall 
p  the  we&k  around  1 

me  and  all, 

I  shall  yet  enfeebled 

the  captive  shall  be 

efore  our  ranks  shall 

e  strife  be  done ; 
nd  march  victorious 

I's  morL'ing  glad  and 

march  to  win  the 

)rder,  one  by  one.) 
—  Mr».  Hayeraft. 

by; 

swelled, 
leld, 
I  weld, 
rve, 
jrve; 

1 

in; 

1  did  blow, 

w 

w 


bands; 
ds ; 


lan. 


Platform  Pkabls. 


155 


His  men  were  all  brave,  tried,  and  truo, 
Who  loved  their  ship  and  ocean  blue, 
And  little  else  of  life  they  knew 
But  that  which  centered  round  the  life 
Or  "'iip,  and  mother,  home,  or  wife. 
Or  of  the  little  face 

That  watched  for  him  while  far  he  sailed 

Along  the  boimdlesB  main ; 
Who  counted  hours,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
And  numbered  all  his  little  plays. 
And  all  bin  small  life's  sunshine  rays. 
By  "When  my  father's  ship  comes  bacK 
Tliere's  nothing  pretty  I  shall  lack  — 
When  he  comes  home  again." 

But  now  the  proud  ship  was  at  home. 

At  liberty  the  men, 
Who,  through  the  heat  and  throuf    the  cold, 
Through  dangers  that  were  never     A, 
Had  borne  their  trials,  brave  and  bold. 
And  faced  grim  death  and  gaunt  despair, 
And  now  seemed  walking  in  the  air  ; 
"  They  were  at  home  again  ! " 

And  all  the  men  who'd  wives  and  babes, 

Hastened  bUthe  away. 
And  left  this  young  brown  sailor  lad, 
And  who  no  wife  nor  infant  had. 
But  whose  old  mother,  blind  and  sad. 
Waited  at  home  in  her  old  chair. 
Waited  with  many  a  fervent  prayer. 
For  his  return  that  day. 

On  shore  he  stood,  so  brown,  so  strong, 

A  pleasant  sight  was  he ; 
No  brighter  eyes  were  ever  seen. 
No  face  of  nobler,  sweeter  mien. 
No  better  boy  was  there,  I  ween  ; 
No  heart  was  truer  or  more  gi-and. 
In  any  mansion  in  the  land. 
Than  this  lad  from  the  sea. 


IM 


Platform  Teaklb. 


He  wiiH  ft  boy,  no  more  than  that, 
What  wonder  that  ho  fell ; 
When  every  street  and  rumBhoi)  door, 
And  every  little  bedecked  store, 
Persuasive  sights,  showed  o'er  and  o'er, 
And  l)egged  him  to  go  in  — 
To  drink,  and  steep  himself  in  sin  ! 
They  were  the  mouths  of  hell. 

And  he  was  roblx-d  ;  the  little  store 

That  he  had  slow'y  won, 
Tliat  for  his  mother  Iw.  had  brought, 
Tliat  meant  to  much  of  love  and  thought. 
Of  comfort  in  her  blindness  sought  — 
All  now  was  gone ;  he  saw  the  theft, 
And,  like  a  beast  of  whelps  bereft, 
He  struck  !    The  deed  was  done  ! 

Then,  trembling  in  a  vague  alarm. 

He  looked  ui)on  his  hands ; 
While  round  his  feet  a  circling  flood 
Crept  slowly,  as  he  dumbly  stood  ; 
And  this  dark  circle  —  it  was  blood  I 
Dark  and  sinister  it  lay, 
Circling  about  him  every  w  ay, 
And  forming  linked  bands. 

The  sight  of  that  dark,  awful  stain, 
Was  worse  than  of  the  dead, 
Who  lay  there  prone,  with  pallid  face. 
And  form  that  matched  the  baneful  place, 
And  from  his  breast  that  bubbling  race. 
Of  pouring  blood  that  circled  round. 
And  wrought  new  figures  on  the  ground, 
And  filled  him  with  sore  dread. 

A  little  while  he  trembling  stood. 
As  a  baby  tottering  stands. 
Bewildered  by  the  horrid  sight. 
And  then  before  him  all  grew  night, 
His  gleaming  knife  the  only  light ; 
But  when  his  senses  came  again, 


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157 


door, 

id  o'er, 

Binl 
hell. 

>rp 

ght. 

thought, 
;ht  — 
I  theft, 
reft, 
i done ! 

m, 

i; 

lood 
d; 
ood  \ 

» 
s. 

ain, 
ad, 

id  face, 
leful  place, 
ing  race, 
round, 
the  ground, 
dread. 

3d, 
Is. 

night, 
;ht ; 
ain, 


And  ho  could  wo  a  little  |)liun. 

Hifi  hiindH  woroclaHiM>d  in  iron  ImndM. 

•  »  •  •  • 

A  mother,  jMile,  and  bent,  ami  blind. 

Knelt  in  a  jiriwrn  cell, 
Anil  kiHsed  thoBO  brown  and  Hturdy  handH, 
That  now  were  cla«iwd  in  iron  ImndB, 
That  toiled  so  brave  in  many  lands ; 
That  never  had  an  action  done 
That  wjiH  not  right,  except  this  one. 
In  that  red  gate  of  hell ! 

The  iKX)r  old,  Hhrunken,  wglitlefls  eyes 

Had  not  a  tear  to  Hhed  ; 
Dry,  labored  BobH  BJuwk  her  old  frame. 
And  through  them  burned  the  awful  shame 
That  now  had  fallen  on  her  name  ; 
Yet,  in  all  her  sorrow,  none 
Heard  her  blame  that  prisoned  son, 
Who  sat  with  landed  head. 

Too  well  she  knew  the  pitfalls  that 

The  law  allows  to  lie 
Unchecked,  imheeded,  everywhere. 
That  catch  unwary  footsteps  there. 
Like  some  wild  tiger  in  its  lair  ; 
Tliut  lay  their  toils  to  trap  within 
The  very  ones  least  prone  to  sin. 

And  gloating,  see  them  die. 

She  had  no  hope ;  red-handed  he 

Was  taken  in  the  act ; 
Tho  he  was  drunk,  thatr  could  not  save, 
And,  tho  he  killed  a  thievish  knave. 
He  now  must  fill  a  felon's  grave  ; 
No  hope  was  there  for  this  poor  lad, 
Who,  tho  he  sinned,  was  not  all  bad ; 
The  law  must  go  by  fact. 

'Twas  done !  'twas  done  1  that  bonny  lad 

Wliose  ship  had  just  sailed  in  — 
That  handsome  youth,  his  mother's  pride, 
Who,  for  one  moment  self -beside. 


108 


PLATrOHM  PKAHLH. 


Had  sinned  when  dnink,  had  shamed  diiMl ; 
Whih-  thoHe  wlio  wt-ro  the  guilty  ojh'h. 
Wliose  hcartH  iiro  hanl  »w  ncthiT  Htoncs. 
Cried,  "We  iiave  punislied  sin." 


And  now  a  low  and  utimiirkt'd  grave, 

Another  close  beside, 
Hhows  where  low  lies  the  sailor  lad. 
The  only  one  his  motlier  had, 
The  boy  whose  heart  was  weak,  not  l«ul. 
Who  liad  a  dread  and  awful  end, 
With  none  but  one  poor,  weak,  blind  friend ; 
Wliile  sin  still  lives  in  pride. 


l'knvoi. 

Oh  I  friends,  maybe  to-iuorrow  you 

A  sailor  boy  may  have. 
Whose  ship  is  sailing  home  again. 
Whose  heart  is  beating  love's  refrain, 
Whose  young  life  you  would  spare  from  pain ; 
Tlien  join,  with  prayerful  hearts  and  true. 
And  vote  our  Prohibition  through. 
And  thus  your  own  boy  save  ! 

—  Olive  Harper, 


133.    FOB  UOU  AND  HOmB. 

Behind  were  rent  hearts  stee[wd  in  tears  : 
Around,  the  day  grown  black  with  wo  ; 

Before  them  lay  the  curse  of  years 
Feeding  on  all  they  loved  below. 

And  what  were  they  ?    A  feeble  band 
Of  women  weak,  their  loved  ones  gone  t 

They  breathed  a  prayer,  they  heard  a  voice : 

•  •  Strike  for  thy  loved !    Press  on.  press  on  ! " 

For  God  they  raised  their  standard  high  ; 

For  home  they  pressed  against  the  foe : 
The  curse  sent  out  itH  horrid  cry, 

And  raised  its  head  as  for  a  blow. 
What  could  these  fragile  women  then  ? 

The  hope  from  them  was  well-nigh  torn  : 


stri 
tioi 
wh 
ger 
ofl 
Btri 
wh 
isc 
ab 
wh 
wh 
am 
tici 
lioi 
wJ 
sac 
ret 
th. 


tmed  died ; 

ty  OJM'H, 

T  Htiincs, 

I  ttin." 

«  * 

ravo, 
ad. 

not  l>ad. 

id, 

,  blind  friend ; 

le. 
<f  # 

•ou 

1. 

frain, 

ire  from  piiin ; 

•t8  (ind  true, 

ugli, 

ivo ! 

—  Olive  Harper. 

HomE. 

in  teiuri  ; 
with  wo  ; 
irs 
w. 

band 

ines  gone  ! 
ard  a  voice : 
1.  presa  on  ! " 

ird  high  ; 
t  the  foe : 

ow. 

ithen? 
-nigh  torn  : 


PLATrORM  PKAIIL*. 


1B» 


Tliey  knelt  and  pruycMl  ;  again  the  voice  : 
"  Pretw  on,  prcHtt  on,  prettH  on,  and  on  I  " 

Tlie  world  aloof  —  now  here,  now  there, 
()n«'  joined  with  them  for  Native  Land  ; 

Tlie  cur»e  wa*i  troubled  in  itH  lair. 
And  rouHed  to  Hwallow  up  thiH  l«ind  ; 

Like  lK)ld  Goliath  on  EIuIi'h  plain 
It  lK)a8ted  loud  at  eve,  at  morn. 

The  women  prayetl :  "  B«^  Thou  our  Hlrength  t  " 

"  1  Btill  am  Ootl  t    Pre»w  on,  and  on  ! " 

Their  numberB  grew  ;  brave  leaderH  came, 
Sent  by  their  Lord  whose  flag  they  b<.)re. 

The  world  is  now  their  battle-field. 
Their  courage  ever  more  and  more. 

Adown  the  ranks,  from  file  to  file, 
Goea  up  the  prayer,  goes  out  the  song  — 

Ood  their  commander,  and  Hia  word  : 

"  Fight  on,  fight  on,  and  right  this  wrong  ! " 

—  E.  H.  Chuce. 


124.    A  TOIVKR  OF  SHAIHR. 

Many  of  the  designs  and  ingenious  devices  intended  tt)  out- 
Htrip  the  Eiffel  Tower  of  Paris  in  our  quadri-centennial  celebra- 
tion are  stupendous  and  wonderful,  yet  lack  the  one  idea  to 
which  such  an  object  should  tend  ;  namely,  an  exhibit  to  future 
generations  of  what  has  been  accomplished  since  the  formation 
of  the  Union.  In  doing  this,  I  would  suggest  that  a  gigantic 
structure  ought  to  be  raised  to  show  the  principal  business  in 
which  the  country  is  engaged,  and  which,  proving  so  lucrative, 
is  commanding  the  admiration  and  capital  of  the  Old  World  — 
a  business  in  which  we  profess  to  lead  the  world,  samples  of 
which  can  be  found  in  every  clime  where  our  flag  is  known, 
which  hafl  left  its  impress  on  both  the  civilized  and  uncivilized, 
and  is  to-day  the  ruling  spirit  of  the  land,  controlling  our  poli- 
tics, the  schools  and  institutions,  and,  to  a  great  extent,  the 
homes  of  our  vaunted  "  free  America."  This  is  the  business 
which  must  be  handed  down  to  posterity,  for  which  we  have 
sacrificed  so  much,  and  of  which  we  feel  justly  proud.  The 
results  of  it  have  blest  (?)  every  home  in  America  so  much  that 
thousands  of  orphaned  children  and  widowed  mothers  would 


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ii' 


subscribe  their  prayers  and  tears,  and  tlie  Cluirch  in  nuniy 
cartes,  its  blessing. 

Then,  to  the  honor  of  onr  country,  let  us  erect  on  Capitol 
Hill,  Washington,  a  monument  to  Bacchus,  Beer,  and  Bourbon, 
that  will  reflect  on  her  votaries  and  show  to  the  world  that  we 
are  advancing  with  rapid  strides  towards  liberty  to  eat  and 
drink  what  we  please. 

We  would  suggest  that  the  structure  be  shaped  like  a  demi- 
john, with  an  emblematic  base,  one  side  being  built  upon  bar- 
rels, each  representing  the  year  and  the  amount  spent  from 
1776  to  1891.  The  opposite  side  should  represent  the  amount  of 
crime,  the  crushed  homes  and  souls  ruined  since  its  license  by 
the  Government,  the  wicker-work  on  the  outside  to  be  fac- 
similies  of  our  silver-dollar  bearing  on  its  face  "In  God  We 
Trust."  The  structure  should  be  1,100  feet  high,  each  story  ten 
feet  high,  representing  the  eleven  decades  through  which  we 
have  passed ;  each  story  to  have  recorded  on  its  walls  the  mur- 
ders committed,  victims  executed,  and  homes  ruined,  and  sons 
and  daughters  sacrificed  during  each  decade.  The  two 
handles  on  its  sides  might  represent  the  two  great  political 
parties  who  carry  this  might.'  '  ■-.■'. ness  on  to  success.  At  the 
apex  we  would  place  the  Cor-!,  of  Justi'je,  blindfolded  and  ap- 
pealing to  Heaven  for  deliverance  for  a  country  of  magnificent, 
Gtod-given  hopes,  that  has  piled  up  such  a  collossal  structure  of 
misery  and  crime  in  a  little  over  a  century  of  existence. 
Here  we  would  have  a  structure  of  which  we  might  be  justly 
proud,  and  could  challenge  the  nations  of  the  earth  to  watch  it 
— a  photograph  of  which  we  could  proudly  hang  in  every 
home  in  the  land.  It  would  be  a  true  but  thrilling  picture. 
Let  all  contribute.  Inscribed  on  tablets  around  its  base  we 
would  also  place  on  record  the  Christian  churches  who  favor 
the  liquor  traffic.  Oh,  what  a  record !  At  its  completion  Satan 
himself  would  shudder.  Congress  would  vote  a  grand  appro- 
priation, and  the  nation  would  respond  and  angels  cry 
"Amen." 

I  tell  you,  my  friends,  that  this  liquor  question  is  now  really 
a  great  question  of  patriotism  —  a  question  how  to  save  our 
country.  I  appeal  to  the  men  of  all  parties,  to  all  patriots. 
Does  it  need  that  I  should  appeal  to  Chrisiian  men  ?  Wo  must 
not  give  up  or  lose  this  great  battle.  We  must  not  let  it  be 
said  that  after  only  a  hundred  years  of  liberty  we  fell  as  Rome 


liliti 


the  Cliurch  in  iiuniy 

et  us  erect  on  Capitol 
lis,  Beer,  and  Bourbon, 
V  to  the  world  that  we 
xds  liberty  to  eat  and 

be  shaped  like  a  demi- 
i  being  built  upon  bar- 
e  amount  spent  from 
'.present  the  amount  of 
led  since  its  license  by 
the  outside  to  be  fac- 
1  its  face  "  In  God  We 
!et  high,  each  story  ten 
les  through  which  we 
id  on  its  walls  the  mur- 
lomes  ruined,  and  sons 
li  decade.  The  two 
le  two  great  political 
an  to  success.  At  the 
;e,  blindfolded  and  ap- 
iountry  of  magnificent, 
a  collossal  structure  of 
century  of  existence, 
chwe  might  be  justly 
)f  the  earth  to  watch  it 
iroudly  hang  in  every 
but  thrilling  picture, 
ts  around  its  base  we 
n  churches  who  favor 
U  its  completion  Satan 
lid  vote  a  grand  appro- 
pond    and    angels    cry 

•  question  is  now  really 
ition  how  to  save  our 
)arties,  to  all  patriots. 
islian  men  ?  Wo  must 
We  must  not  let  it  be 
iberty  we  fell  as  Home 


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161 


did,  and  lost  our  great  birthright  of  Freedom  in  a  mad  revel 
of  passion  and  appetite.  Let  no  future  Oil)Vx)n,  in  somo  distant 
land  and  under  some  other  civilization,  write  the  sad 
story  of  the  downfall  of  the  great  Republic.  Give  us  Trohibi- 
tion.  Strike  down  this  great  enemy,  the  liquor  traffic,  and  our 
young  and  still  mighty  nation,  shaking  off  this  terrible  load, 
will  bound  forward  in  a  splendid  and  triumphant  career  of 
greatness  and  glory.  -  "'•  -»•  Oreenwood. 

125.    THK  ABM:1NAI.   AT  SFBIlV«FlKIiI>.* 

This  is  the  Arsenal.    From  floor  to  ceiling. 
Like  a  huge  organ,  rise  the  burnished  arms  ; 

But  from  their  silent  pipes  no  anthem  pealing 
Startles  the  villages  with  strange  alarms. 

Ah  !  what  a  sound  will  rise,  how  wild  and  dreary, 
When  the  death-angel  touches  those  swift  keys ! 

What  loud  lament  and  dismal  Miserere 
Will  mingle  with  their  awful  symphonies  1 

I  hear  even  now  the  infinite  fierce  chorus. 

The  cries  of  agony,  the  endless  groan. 
Which,  through  the  ages  that  have  gone  before  us, 

In  long  reverberations  reach  our  own. 

On  helm  and  harness  rings  the  Saxon  hammer, 
Through  Cimbric  forest  roars  the  Norseman's  song. 

And  loud,  amid  the  universal  clamor. 
O'er  distant  deserts  sounds  the  Tartar  gong. 

I  hear  the  Florentine,  who  from  his  palace 
AVheels  out  his  battle-bell  with  dreadful  din. 

And  Aztec  priests  upon  their  teocallis 
Beat  the  wild  war-drums  made  of  serpent's  skin ; 

The  tumult  of  each  sacked  and  burning  village ; 

The  shout  that  every  prayer  for  mercy  drowns  ; 
The  soldiers'  revels  in  the  midst  of  pillage  ; 

The  wail  of  famine  in  beleaguered  towns  ; 

The  bursting  suell,  the  gateway  wrenched  asunder, 
The  rattling  musketry,  the  clashing  blade; 

And  ever  and  anon,  in  tones  of  thunder, 
The  diapason  of  the  cannonade. 


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Is  it,  O  man,  with  such  discordant  noises. 

With  such  accursed  instruments  as  th"-  , 
Thou  drownest  Nature's  sweet  and  kindly  voices, 

And  jarrest  the  celestial  harmonies  ? 

Were  half  the  power,  that  fills  the  world  with  terror, 
Were  half  the  wealth,  bestowed  on  camps  and  courts, 

Given  to  redeem  the  human  mind  from  error. 
There  were  no  need  of  arsenals  or  forts  : 

Tlie  warrior's  name  would  be  a  name  abhorred  I 

And  every  nation,  that  should  lift  again 
Its  hand  against  a  brother,  on  its  forehead 

Would  wear  forevermore  the  curse  of  Cain ! 

Down  the  dark  future,  through  long  generations. 
The  echoing  sounds  grow  fainter  and  then  cease ; 

And  like  a  bell,  with  solemn,  sweet  vibrations 
I  hear  once  more  the  voice  of  Christ  say,  "Peace  [ " 

Peace  I  and  no  longer  from  its  brazen  portals 
The  blast  of  War's  great  organ  shakes  the  skies ! 

But  beautiful  aa  songs  of  the  immortals. 
The  holy  melodies  of  love  arise. 

—  H.  W.  Longfellow. 


136.    SHAIil.   mOTHERS  VOTE1 

When  at  the  fireside  a  question  that  has  to  do  with  the  best 
interests  of  the  home  is  discussed  we  say,  "  Mother,  what  is 
your  opinion?  "  Mother  speaks  her  opinion,  and  what  has  she 
done?  She  has  voted.  Her  opinion  thus  expressed  is  an  oral 
vote  in  the  government  of  that  home.  An  aggregation  of  homes 
constitute  the  general  government,  and  all  rightful  govern- 
mental questions  are  home  questions. 

Now  a  day  comes  when  the  opinion  of  this  home  needs  be 
aggregated  with  the  opinion  of  a  thousand  other  homes.  I'hen 
mother  writes  yes  or  no  on  a  slip  of  paper  and  drops  it  in  the 
ballot-box.  That  constitutes  the  formula  of  a  legal  vote.  Who 
assumes  to  say  that  mother  shall  not  express  her  opinion  ?  He 
who  in  childhood  cried  for  mother,  and  would  accept  only  her 
knowledge  of  his  need.  In  the  broader  home  of  the  world's 
activity  does  he  need  her  opinion  less  ?  Blessed  would  be  the 
nation  if  it  were  as  safely  counseled.         —  Rollo  K.  Bryan. 


es, 

Sly  voices, 

Id  with  terror, 
amps  and  coiirtu. 
a  error, 
rts: 

bhorred  I 
ain 
ead 
if  Cain! 

»nerations, 
L  then  cease ; 
irations 
say,  "Peace!" 

portals 

IS  the  skies ! 

-H.  W.  Longfellow. 


i  VOTE  I 

las  to  do  with  the  best 
ay,  "  Mother,  what  is 
ion,  and  what  has  she 
is  expressed  is  an  oral 
1  aggregation  of  homes 
I  all  rightful  govem- 

of  this  home  needs  be 
id  other  homes.  ITien 
)er  and  drops  it  in  the 
1  of  a  legal  vote.  Who 
iress  her  opinion  ?  He 
would  accept  only  her 
r  home  of  the  world's 
Blessed  would  be  the 
—  Rollo  K.  Bryan. 


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127.    Oiv   CBKTAIN    ADJK<  TIVES. 

\  "  gmeronK  "  liquor  !    Ah,  if  generous 
Let  it  return,  of  what  it  steals  from  us. 
At  least  one-tenth  !  -  one  soul  for  every  ten 
In  mercy  let  it  render  back  agam  ; 
One-tenth  of  all  the  homes,  the  land  the  gold, 
The  peace,  the  joy,  its  close-mouthed  coffers  hold ! 
You  sneer,  you  generous  liquor.    Well  you  know 
AH  things  to  get  and  nothing  to  let  go. 
•'  Generous,"  forsooth ! 

"  A  royal  bumper  ! "  "  Royal  ? "    Yes  a  king 
Whose  reign  means  serfdom.    There's  no  sacred  thmg 
This  "  royal "  liquor  fails  to  override, 
Anc^  w  lielm  in  fiendish  lust  and  hateful  pride. 
His  regnant  scepter  bends,  and  at  the  sign 
Men  yield  themselves  the  crawling  slaves  of  wme. 
His  throne  is  built  of  broken  hearts,  his  crown 
Gleams  red  with  stars  from  heaven  fallen  down. 
"  Royal,"  indeed ! 

..  A  sparkling  goblet ! "    Yes,  yes !  -  all  abl^e 
With  horrid  hell's  most  haggard,  ghastly  rays. 
The  light  of  happy  eyes  turned  to  despair, 
The  flash  of  hate,  the  eating  flame  of  care, 
The  glitter  of  a  madman's  awful  eyes. 
The  dying  light  that  stabs  one  as  it  dies  -- 
Hence  does  the  "  sparkling  goblet "  get  the  glow 
And  radiant  glances  that  delight  men  so. 
"  Sparkling,"  foi-sooth ! 

"  Strong"  drink,  "  strong"  drink !    Well  may  wecall  It  strong 
That  drags  so  many  myriad  men  headlong 
Down  wo's  most  awful  path  to  dreadful  dealh. 
That  shatters  happj  households  at  a  breath. 
And  fastens  with  its  hot  and  crooked  hands 
On  temple  roof  and  spire  that  loftiest  stands 
While  marts  and  studios  and  statesmen  s  hall^ 
It  levels  to  the  slime  wherein  it  craw  s. 
"  Strong  "  drink,  indeed  1 

And  "  rare  old  spirits  ! "    Ah,  how  many  a  prayer 
Beseeches  God  that  they  become  more  rare  . 


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Platform  PEAniiS. 


Rare  —  till  the  widow's  tears  less  common  are  ; 
Rare-  -  till  dismantled  homes  are  fe\>  er  far  ; 
Rare  —till  the  children's  a>ibs,  the  wives'  despair, 
The  drunkard's  dreadful  anguish,  grow  more  rare  ". 
Brothers,  to  v.ork  I  to  work  with  laud  and  will, 
And  make  these  "  rare  old  spirits"  rarer  still ! 
Qod  for  the  right ! 

—  Amos  R.  Wells,  in  "Golden  Rule.'' 


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188.    MIDNIGHT  8CKNK8  OF   A  <iKEAT  CITV. 

Put  on  your  -wrap  this  dark  night  and  come  with  me  to  some 
of  the  byways  of  the  great  city.  But  come  not  if  you  are  timid 
and  faint-hearted,  for  this  is  a  time  to  be  brave  ;  a  *ime  wkeu 
you  need  courage. 

The  streets  are  dark,  but  blacker  still  the  opium  denb. 
Theur  darkness  is  penetrated  by  the  dim  light  of  a  talk  ^ 
candle,  but  Jihere  is  a  gloura  brooding  over  thera  like  a  pesti- 
lence and  surrounding  then"  like  an  atmosphere  —  moral  dark- 
ness that  can  never  be  di8p';lled  only  by  the  bright  light  of  Ine 
rays  of  the  Gospei. 

In  that  City  of  Olnirches,  of  relief  societies,  of  Clunstian 
Endeavor  and  moral  enterprise,  of  well-conducted  newspapers, 
religious  editors  and  tho  isands  of  Christians,  does  it  seem  pos- 
sible that  the  law  has  gt.-i;  ted  a  right  to  open  pitfalls  into  which 
feet,  often  shod  only  with  the  beauty  of  innocence,  may  fall  ? 
Snares  alluring  them  to  a  ruin  compared  to  which  death  would 
be  an  untold  blessing  ! 

If  I  could  but  unroof  those  houses  at  some  midnight  hour, 
and  let  the  law-makers,  from  their  pinnacle  of  self-righteou«- 
ness,  look  upon  the  effects  of  their  laws,  they  would  call  upon 
the  rocks  and  the  mountains  to  hide  them.  One  day,  when 
they  have  reached  the  border-line  of  time  and  paBS  into  the 
great  beyond,  they  will  stand  face  to  face  with  the  result  of 
their  unrighteous  legislation.  Which  of  them,  there,  before 
the  Judge  of  judges,  will  dare  to  ask,  "  Am  I  my  brother's 
keeper?"  Verilv,  each  is  his  brother's  keeper,  and  every 
wronged  human  laeing  will  then  be  avenged  by  the  sentence  of 
a  just  God. 

"  Tho  the  mills  of  God  grind  slowly 
Yet  they  grind  exceedingly  small ; 


a  are ; 
ar  ; 

despair, 
Qore  rare '. 
nd  will, 
still ! 

,  in  "Golden  Rule.' 


.  OHEAT  CITY. 

come  with  me  to  some 
Qe  not  it'  you  are  timid 
©  brave  ;  a  *ime  wkeu 

still  the  opium  denb. 
dim  light  of  a  talk  rvr 
iver  then  like  a  peati- 
losphere  —  moral  dark- 
the  bright  light  of  tne 

societies,  of  Clunstian 
conducted  newspapers, 
itians,  does  it  seem  pos- 
3pen  pitfalls  into  which 
f  innocence,  may  fall  ? 
d  to  which  death  would 

t  some  midnight  hour, 
made  of  self-righteouH- 
8,  they  would  call  upon 
them.  One  day,  when 
time  and  pass  into  the 
face  with  the  result  of 
of  them,  there,  before 
[,  "Am  I  my  brother's 
er's  keeper,  and  every 
inged  by  the  sentence  of 

id  slowly 
jly  small ; 


Platfokm  rKAllI.S. 


Iti5 


Tho  with  patience  he  stands  waiting 
With  exactness  grinds  he  all." 

Come  with  me  into  one  of  these  dens  ! 

A  small  room,  destitute  of  comfort,  without  ventilation, 
furnished  only  with  a  rude  bed  — often  boards  across  a  SJiw- 
horse.  "What  will  you  see,  a  number  of  Chinese  only  ?  Ckjme 
nearer.  There  are  women  here,  too.  You  are  horrified  to  find 
they  are  white  women.  Come  nearer  still,  and  you  will  see 
traces  of  beauty.  Yes,  many  of  them  have  been  beautiful 
girls.  What  can  l)e  more  awful  in  any  life  than  the  star  of 
hope  smking  into  the  darkness  of  despair  ?  This  daughter  of 
tenderest  love  had  been  taught  at  a  mother's  knee  to  lisp  the 
prayev : 

"  Let  who  will  be  clever,  but  keep  me  pure,  Oh,  Lord  t  " 
Yes,  "  Lord  keep  me  pure  and  good,"  had  been  her  girlhood 
prayer  ;  but  in  an  unfortunate  moment  she  anchored  her  hopes 
to  what  so  often  fails  a  woman  in  this  world,  a  man's  change- 
ful love.  As  a  panacea  for  all  hearliiclies  she  sought  forget- 
f ulness  in  the  lulling,  soothing  effects  of  small  doses  of  opium. 
Finding  herself  a  victim  to  opium-eating,  she  thought  it  pos- 
sible to  give  up  the  habit  by  taking  an  occasional  smoke.  Un- 
known to  her  friends,  she  resorted  to  the  opium  den  with  no  other 
thought  than  to  cure  the  habit  of  eating  opium.  But  alas  t  the 
last  form  of  taking  the  drug  proved  more  irresistible  than  the 
first.  It  was  impossible  to  longer  conce.il  the  habit  from  her 
family.  The  dull,  heavy  eye,  the  pallid  complexion  and  sunken 
cheeks,  the  languor  when  the  effects  of  the  opium  had  passed 
off,  all  became  matters  of  conceni  to  her  friends.  On  consult- 
ing a  physician,  the  first  question  asked  was  : 
"  Do  you  ever  eat  opium  ? " 

Confronted  by  this  unexiiected  question,  the  girl  was  forced 
into  a  confession,  and  told  she  was  a  hopeless  victim  of  the 
drug.    The  physician  said  to  me : 

"  Her  description  of  what  she  suffered,  how  h1  ■  struggled, 
fought,  and  prayed  to  overcome  the  habit,  were  awful  in  the 
extreme."  In  vain  did  he  try.  by  all  devices  known  to  medical 
skill,  to  cure  her;  to  no  pur|X)se.  When  d-iven  almost  frantic 
by  the  pangs  of  the  ap|)etite,  she  would  steal  away  for  just  an- 
other smoke,  till  even  hearts  of  love  turned  from  her,  and  she 
went  to  live  with  a  Cliinese  ;  took  up  her  abode  among  the  filth, 
dirt,  disorder,  and  fumes  of  an  opium  den.  where  she  was  bo 


KiO 


Platform  Pearlb. 


fully  given  up  to  debauchery  that  she  was  seldom  found  free 
from  the  intoxication. 

Seven  years  finishes  the  story  !  Seven  years  !  It  is  a  short 
tale -pitiful  and  sinful  -  terrible  in  its  losses  ;  unspeakable  in 
its  heartaches  and  disappointments  1 

One  day  some  one  came  for  me  to  go  and  see  a  dying  girl. 
In  company  with  a  lady  whose  guest  I  waa,  we  went  into  the 
Chinese  quarters  and  reaching  the  abode  of  misery,  entered.  It 
was  no  time  to  pull  aside  our  garments  of  purity  lest  this  im- 
known  woman  should  touch  the  hem.  It  was  an  awful  hour ! 
A  sinful  woman,  (mr  sister,  stood  where  the  cold  waves  of  Jor- 
dan rolled  at  her  feet.  The  mists  and  dews  of  eternity  had  al- 
ready gathered  about  her  brow  and  before  long  she  must  an- 
swer for  a  misspent  life. 

Photographed  upon  my  memory,  the  scene  must  ever  abide 
with  me.    In  soiled  garments,  heavy  with  the  odor  of  opium, 
on  a  miserable  bed  lay  the  dying  woman.    Her  eyes  were 
sunken  and  her  body  reduced  to  little  more  than  a  skeleton. 
She  knew  she  was  dying  and  had  sent  to  her  relatives,  implormg 
their  forgiveness,  entreating  them  to  come  to  her;  butthehearts 
in  that  Christian  home  had  no  room  for  forgiveness.    She  had 
brought  disgrace  upon  an  old  family  name  that  for  generations 
had  stood  unsullied.    That  the  first  stain  came  through  a  wom- 
an was  too  much  for  forgiveness!    I  doubt  not  had  the  boy 
been  guilty  of  the  same  sin,  at  the  first  utterance  of  repi^ntance 
he  would  have  been  received  with  open  aims.    But  a  woman  - 
wherein  this  cruel  world  is  there  forgiveness  for  her?    No- 
where except  where  the  sinful  woman  of  old  found  it,  at  the 
feet  of  our  Lord,  who  tried  to  teach  the  world  a  lesson  when 
he  turned  to  the  iimi  who  accused  her  and  said,  "  He  that  is 
without  sin  among  you,  let  him  first  cast  a  stone."    Then  with 
that  great  spirit  of  love  which  everyone  of  his  followers  should 
liossess.  he  looked  in  pity  upon  her  and  bade  her  "  go,  and  sin 
no  more."    This  seems  to  be  regarded,  even  by  Christians,  as  a 
small  thing  for  the  Nazarine  to  have  done  ;  but  if  the  Son  of 
God,  in  His  matchless  purity,  whose  life  was  spotless  and  free 
from  sin,  could  look  in  compassion  upon  a  penitent  woman, 
why  is  it  the  world  is  so  unforgiving? 

I  knew  this  woman's  friends  had  refused  to  come  to  her.  I 
knew  she  had  nothing,  simply  nothing,  to  sustain  her  in  this 
hour  of  death,  an  hour  of  such  indescribable  darkness. 


If 

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jj  seldom  found  free 

years  !  It  is  a  short 
sses  ;  unspeakable  in 

and  see  a  dying  girl. 
BB,  we  went  into  the 
jf  misery,  entered.  It 
>f  purity  lest  this  im- 
c  was  an  awful  hour  I 
be  cold  waves  of  Jor- 
w8  of  eternity  bad  al- 
ire  long  she  must  an- 

Bcene  must  ever  abide 
th  the  odor  of  opium, 
lan.    Her  eyes  were 
more  than  a  skeleton, 
er  relatives,  imploring 
e  to  her;  but  the  hearts 
forgiveness.    She  had 
Qe  that  for  generations 
came  through  a  wom- 
5ubt  not  had  the  boy 
tterance  of  rep<»ntance 
iims.    But  a  woman  — 
jiveness  for  her  ?    No- 
of  old  found  it,  at  the 
world  a  lesson  when 
and  said,  "  He  that  is 
t  a  stone."    Then  with 
of  his  followers  should 
bade  her  "  go,  and  sin 
!ven  by  Christians,  as  a 
)ne  ;  but  if  the  Son  of 
i  was  spotless  and  free 
on  a  penitent  woman, 

used  to  come  to  her.  I 
,  to  sustain  her  in  this 
bable  darkness. 


Platform  Peahu). 


1«7 


If  there  is  a  sight  in  the  world  that  will  cause  stout  hearts 
to  fail,  it  is  to  see  a  frail,  wretched,  miserable  i.uman  wreck, 
trembling  with  fear  and  frantic  with  grief,  afraid  to  die! 
Standing  on  the  brink  of  Eternity  about  to  launch  out  into  the 
great  unknown,  with  the  Star  of  Hope,  the  last  friend  of  man, 
forever  set  upon  the  horizon  of  life,  with  human  strength 
gone,  yet  afraid  to  die  ! 

Here  was  I  with  a  fellow  creature,  a  sister,  who  in  her 
better  days  and  perhaps  even  now,  had  like  longings  and  yearn- 
ings with  myself.  Longings  for  a  purer  and  better  life ;  yearn- 
ings for  'lome  loves  and  the  sight  of  dear  ones ;  but  forsaken 
by  all  save  the  Chinese  with  whom  she  had  lived,  she  was  left 
to  "  climb  the  midnight  hill  alone." 

She  passed 

"  Out  of  life's  history 
Into  death's  mystery." 

This  book  of  a  young  life,  with  many  unwritten  chapters, 
was  closed  and  sealed  with  the  stamp  of  death.  The  written 
chapters  of  that  life,  penned  in  sorrow  and  shame,  and  signed 
in  human  blood,  should  be  read  by  all  who  helped  to  make  it 
possible  for  such  a  fate  to  overtake  even  the  weakest  of  our 
xsce.  — Jessie  A,  Ackerman. 


129.    ONE  BEAUTV  OF  CIVIUKATION.* 

With  all  the  means  and  appliances  that  progress  has  brought 
to  aid  the  spread  of  the  Gospel,  it  has  surely  raised  up  immense 
obstacles  to  that  Gospel.  Civilization  has  been  so  largely  in- 
spired and  directed  by  physical  needs  and  appetites  that  the 
physical  man  has  waxed  fat  at  the  expense  of  the  spiritual. 

But  civilization  has  done  worse  than  this.  In  ministering 
to  bodily  appetites,  it  has  debauched  nature,  creating  imnat- 
ural  cravings,  adding,  as  it  were,  fuel  to  the  flames  ;  so  that 
society  to-day  is  menaced  by  an  evil  that  has  had  no  equal 
since  the  hordes  of  savage  Huns  swept  down  to  the  destruction 
of  Roman  civilization  —an  evil  not  external,  but  which  feeds 
and  grows  upon  the  vital  forces  of  society  itself.  If  any  other 
power  under  heaven  wrought  such  havoc  and  ruin  /•  -nong  us 
as  is  daily  and  hourly  wrought  by  all  the  varied  formh  of  intem- 
perance—if any   other  power,  I  say,  killed  so  many  men 

♦From  a  sermon  at  Deems  Memorial  Chapel,  Prohibition  Park. 


168 


Platform  Pbarlh. 


by  Huch  awful  forms  of  death,  wrecketl  so  many  homes,  rained 
so  many  lives,  scattered  so  much  disease,  created  so  much  i)ov 
erty  and  squalor,  made  so  many  criminals,  comraitt'd  so  many 
murderous  crimes,  destroyed  such  fabulous  sums  of  national 
wealth  ;  that  ixjwer  would  be  hanged  high  as  Haman  if  it  took 
the  national  government  to  do  it.    If  it  were  any  other  power 
cities  would  call  out  their  reserves,  the  States  would  call  out 
the  militia,  the  President  would  call  out  the  national  guar.l 
and  the  people  would  rise  as  one  man,  and  throttle  the  fiend,  it 
it  cost  the  last  drop  of  blood  to  do  it.    But  ;vhat  do  we  see? 
The  nation,  the  states,  the  cities,  the  villages,  "or  the  most  part 
sitting  complacently  by,  watching  the  bloody  orgies  of  this 
Polyphemus  of  Intemperance  without  lifting  a  fli-.ter  against 
him  1    We  call  ourselves  a  Christian  people,  and  we  b^and  this 
thing '    We  talk  of  the  unspeakable  Turk  because  once  m  a 
decade  or  so  he  feels  plethoric,  opens  the  national  veins,  ^nd 
sheds  a  few  thousand  of  Christian  lives.    It  makes  a  difference 
where  the  killing  is  done,  and  who  does  it.    If  it  is  across  the 
sea  and  by  heathen  Kurds,  we  rage;  and  the  myriad  tongues  of 
the  press  cry  out,  "  Why  does  not  somebody  stop  it  ?    England 
is  a  craven  coward  !    Russia  is  brutish !    Germany  has  no  con- 
science '    What  is  the  world  coming  to,  when  such  things  can 
l^,  under  the  very  eyes  of  Europe  t "    But  as  the  horrible  tale 
of  death  and  ruin  wrought  by  intemperance  is  served  to  us 
every  morning  with  our  cakes  and  coffee,  we  pass  over  the 
sickening  story,  growling  against  the  public  press  that  ha«  be- 
come the  news  agency  for  crime  and  lust  and  blood     And  we 
walk  calmlv  along  the  streets  by  the  very  dens  whence  this 
stream  of  death  is  flowing,  without  a  qualm,  without  a  word, 
without  a  sign.    This  is  one  of  the  beauties  of  nineteenth  cen 
tury  Christian  civilization.  -  Rev.  Chas.  B.  Kingsley. 


130.    A  KKIMEDV   WITHIN  REACH. 

Yes  the  church  has  tailed  us.  Thousands  within  its  ranks 
axe  with  us  ;  from  pulpit  and  pe  /  they  have  stretched  forth  to 
us  the  helping  hand,  have  given  us  the  kindly  sympathetic 
word  ■  yet  the  fact  remains,  that  the  overwhelming  majorities 
-the' great  masses  of  the  church-men  and  women-are  un- 
moved by.  and  indifferent  to  the  great  reforms  ive  plead.  To 
them  the  gi-eat  tempert-nce  reform  has  as  little  personal  intei-- 
est  a*>  the  .lonhlo  lines  of  canals  on  the  planet  of  Mars ;  and 


iutellii 
the  otl 
If  t 
the  d€ 
the  wi 
they  1 
all  vill 
deacoi 
votes 
long ! 
withh 
tered 
stubb 
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"  Trai 
woulc 
equal 
wouk 
amen 


Platform  Pkahls. 


109 


many  homes,  rained 
reatedsomuch  ikjv- 
coniraitt'dBomany 
18  sums  of  national 

asHamanif  it  took 
;re  any  other  power, 
;ate8  would  call  out 
the  national  guard, 
1  throttle  the  fiend,  if 
it   vhat  do  we  see? 
jCB,  'or  the  most  part 
loody  orgies  of  this 
ting  a  flitter  against 
le,  and  we  b^and  this 
k  because  once  in  a 
)  national  veins,  iind 
It  makes  a  difference 
t.    If  it  is  across  the 
he  myriad  tongues  of 
)dy  stop  it  ?    England 
Germany  has  no  con- 
vhen  such  things  can 
it  as  the  horrible  tale 
■ance  is  served  to  us 
ee,  we  pass  over  the 
jlic  press  that  has  be- 
t  and  blood.    And  we 
jry  dens  whence  this 
aim,  without  a  word, 
ties  of  nineteenth  cen 

Chas.  B.  Kingsley. 

N  REACH. 

sands  within  its  ranks 
have  stretched  forth  to 
le  kindly  sympathetic 
erwhelming  majorities 
I  and  women  —  are  un- 
reforms  %ve  plead.  To 
18  little  personal  inter- 
e  planet  of  Mars ;  and 


intelligent  men  and  women  often  know  ns  much  of  one  as  of 
the  other. 

If  the  great  masses  of  the  church  knew  of,  and  cared  for 
the  degradation  and  destruction  —  the  misery  and  misrule  — 
the  wreck  and  wretchedness  caused  by  the  liquor  traffic  —  if 
they  knew,  and  if  they  cared,  how  long  would  that  "  sum  of 
all  villainies  "  be  throned  in  power  by  votes  of  bishop,  preacher, 
deacon,  and  Sunday-school  superintendent  —  equally  with  the 
votes  of  brewer,  distiller,  and  saloon-keeper  V    Not  long,  not 
long  !    So,  too,  woman  reaching  out  for  her  just  inheritance, 
withheld  in  the  clear  light  of  a  knowledge  that  long  ago  scat- 
tered the  darkness  of  barbarism  —  that  long  ago  untwisted  the 
stubborn  perversions  of  Scripture  aJwjiys  used  against  woman 
—  that  long  ago  tore  into  veriest  shreds  the  unfair,  illogical 
"  Traditions  of  men,  taught  for  the  commandments  of  Ood," 
would  every  pulpit  thunder  forth  its  demands  that  simple, 
equal  justice  be  done  to  her  as  to  her  brothers  — how  long 
would  she  be  taxed  without  representation?    How  long  be 
amenable  to  laws,  unto  which  she  had  given  no  consent?  How 
long  bear  the  burdens  and  responsibilities  of  a  partnership  that 
yields  returns  to  others,  but  none  to  her?     How  long  face 
anguish  and  rial    death  at  the  will  oi:  another  to  give  life 
to  the  child  in  whom  she  must  hold  but  a  secondary  claim  — 
the  hope  cherished  beneath  her  heart,  that  through  the  condi- 
tions of  society  in  which  she  has  had  no  voice  —  may  become 
the  torture  of  that  heart.    Tendencies  transmitted  —  tempta- 
tions legalized  by  the  fatherhood  that  deliberately  dooms  its 
own  offspring  to  destruction. 

Well  does  the  liquor  traffic  understand  the  hostility  of  every 
true  mother  heart  to  the  wily  foe  that  would  destroy  her  boy. 
How  natural  than  the  utterance  sent  forth  from  the  Brew- 
ers' Congress,  "We  are  always  and  everywhere  opposed  to 
woman's  political  enfranchisement." 

The  old  political  parties  know  full  well  that  they  must  not 
offend  that  arrogant  oligarchy  if  they  would  ride  into  power 
with  triumphant  majorities ;  hence  the  silence  of  fair  minded, 
intelligent  politicians  on  this  vital  theme.  But  who  wiU  rise  to 
explain  to  us  the  silence  of  the  church  on  this  question  ?  Joseph 
Cook  says,  "As  lightning  to  the  oak,  is  woman's  ballot  to 
the  rum  traffic."  The  rum  traffic  is  the  deadly  foe  to  morality 
and  religion.     The  ballot  in  woman's  hand  would  rend  this 


170 


Platfohu  Peablb. 


Iramc  asuuder  a«  liglitning  ii-ndn  the  oak.  Yet  the  mati;.e8  of 
divines,  officials,  and  lueuibers  by  inertia  and  opposition  render 
this  means  to  the  end  for  which  they  pray,  as  yet  impossible. 

Here  again  has  the  church  failed  us  ;  and  failed  the  cause 
we  love  — and  our  sorrow  and  soreness  of  heart  are  com- 
mensurate with  the  tender  memories  of 

"  Her  sweet  CA)mmunion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise." 

But,  dear  comrades,  there  is  one  who  has  never  failed  I  In 
the  midst  of  smarting  wounds  received  in  the  house  of  friends, 
how  radiant  and  resplendent  shines  that  character,  tender, 
true,  and  just  — ever  woman's  friend— the  adorable  — the 
beloved  Christ  —  Son  of  Mary,  and  Son  of  God  t 

With  tliis  Tower  of  Strength  into  which  we  may  flee  ;  with 
this  Shadow  of  a  Great  Rock  in  a  weary  land;  with  this 
"Present  Help"  in  every  hour  of  need;  with  this  "Elder 
Brother"  and  Captain  of  our  Salvation  leading  the  way,  why 
should  we  fear  or  falter  — why  cry  or  complain? 

Shall  we  not  rather  take  up  Paul's  ecstatic  pajan  "We 
are  more  than  conquerors  through  Him  that  loved  us.  Neither 
death,  nor  life,  nor  angels,  nor  principalities,  nor  powers,  nor 
things  past,  nor  things  to  come,  nor  height,  nor  depth,  nor  any 
other  creature  shall  be  able  to  separate  us  from  the  love  of 
God,  which  is  in  Christ  Jesus  our  Lord." 

—  Clara  C.  Hoffman. 


131.    PEACB  HYUIN  OF  THE  BEPUBIilC. 

There's  a  voice  across  the  nation  like  a  mighty  ocean-hail. 
Borne  up  from  out  the  southward,  as  the  seas  before  the  gale  ; 
Its  breath  is  in  the  streaming  flag  and  in  the  flying  sail— 
As  we  go  sailing  on. 

'Tis  a  voice  that  we  remember  —  ere  its  summons  soothed  aa 

now  — 
When  it  rang  in  battle-challenge,  and  we  answered  vow  with 

vow  ; 
With  roar  of  gun,  and  hiss  of  sword,  and  crash  of  prow  and 

prow  — 

As  we  went  sailing  on. 

Our  hope  sank,  even  as  we  saw  the  sun  sink  faint  and  far  ; 


As  C 
Whc 
Wei 

O  vc 
O  vc 
Sine 


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but 
can 
can 
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He 
as  ( 

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Yet  the  mat«:.e8  of 
id  opjwsition  render 
OH  yet  impossible, 
ml  failed  the  cause 
of  heart  are  com- 

n  vows, 

as  never  failed  t  In 
the  house  of  friends, 
t  character,  tender, 
-the  adorable  —  the 
GodI 

1  we  may  flee  ;  with 
ry  land ;  with  this 
;  with  this  "  Elder 
iding  the  way,  why 
plain  V 

ecstatic  psean  "We 
at  loved  us.  Neither 
Lies,  nor  powers,  nor 
t,  nor  depth,  nor  any 
18  from  the  love  of 

Clara  C.  Hoffman. 


REPVBIilC. 

ighty  ocean-hail, 
seas  before  the  gale  ; 
the  flying  sail  — 

summons  soothed  ob 
)  answered  vow  with 
nd  crash  of  prow  and 

ink  faint  and  far  ; 


FLATFOiUl  PKARLS. 


171 


The  Ship  of  State  went  groping  through  the  blinding  smoke 

of  war  ; 
Through  blackest  midnight  lurching,  all  uncheered  of  moon 

or  star. 

Yet  sailing,  sailing  on. 

Ah  One  who  spake  the  dead  awake,  with  life-blood  leaning 

warm. 
Who  walked   the  troubled   waters,  idl  unscathed,  in  mortal 

form. 
We  felt  our  Pilot's  presence,  >vith  His  hand  upon  the  storm  — 
As  we  went  sailing  on. 

O  voice  of  passion,  lulled  to  insace,  this  dawning  of  to-day  ; 
O  voices  twain,  now  blent  as  one,  ye  sing  all  fears  iiway. 
Since  foe  and  foe  are  friends,  and  lo !  the  Lord,  as  glad  as 
they  — 

He  sends  us  sailing  on. 

—  Javies  Whitcomb  Riley, 


132.    AN   APPKAI.   FO«  THE   HOnE. 

To-day  tlie  liquor  traffic  is  destroying  the  home. 

It  is  impossible  to  estimate  the  waste,  the  ruin,  the  utter 
desolation  in  the  home  and  the  nation  by  the  liquor  license 
system.  The  whole  traffic  is  evil,  evil  only,  and  that  continu- 
ally. 

Not  only  are  many  homes  darkened  by  this  wasting  curse, 
but  every  home  is  imperiled.  Lace  curtains  and  satin  tapestries 
can  not  keep  out  the  demon  of  rum  any  more  than  can  the 
cambric  shades  of  the  cottage.  '  He  drags  his  serpent  length 
across  velvet  carpets,  as  well  as  over  the  bare  earth  of  the  hovel. 
He  steals  up  the  marble  staircase  and  along  gilded  halls,  as  well 
as  down  dark  passageways  to  underground  dens  of  squalor  and 

\vretchedne8S. 

Tamerlane,  the  Conqueror,  asked  for  one  hundred  and  sixty 
tliousand  skulls  with  which  to  build  his  monument.  He  got 
them  and  built  a  pyramid. 

Suppose  we  gather  the  skulls  of  all  the  victims  of  rum  ;  it 
would  build  a  pyramid  so  vast  that  Tamerlane's  would  be  as  a 
mole  hill  beside  it,  and  its  apex  would  pierce  the  clouds. 

Oh  the  victims  of  rum !  They  are  found  in  our  homes.  In 
our  homes  did  I  say  ?    In  the  homes  of  the  whole  world.     The 


ttl 


Platkobm  Pkablb. 


motlier-heurt  of  tl»e  world  crit-H  out  in  anguish.  Wh.-ro  w  then- 
help V  Where  in  tJie  HtronK  arm  that  will  cnwh  this  f«K«  ?  Where 
w  the  i)ower  that  will  reiiiHtute  mauluxHl,  protwt  the  weak, 
comfort  the  sorrowing,  give  back  to  the  l)ereave<l  their  hoin;  in 
Ood  and  humanity  V 

It  must  come  from  the  a)nBecrated  will  of  the  iKJople  them- 
HclveH.  "  Ood  moveH  in  a  mysteriouH  way  his  wonders  to  per- 
form." And  in  the  heart  of  ihe  homes  themBelvew  there  must 
be  aroused  a  deeper,  more  tnliglite.ied  spirit,  a  higher,  purer 
morality,  u  more  dettnite  appreciation  of  man's  relation  to  his 
brother  man  and  his  accountability  to  God.— Afrs.  Jessie 
Broum-HUton,  N.  W.  C.  T.  U.  Secretary  of  Mothers'  Meetings. 

133.    THK   WKAKINl.-<0*4  OF  LOCAl.  OPTION. 

Local  option  is  a  weak  suiwtitute    or  prohibition  and  is 
thoroughly  unsatisfivctory  in  prac^tise.    The  enforcement  of  ita 
provisions  is  nearly  always  left  in  the  hands  of  officers  who 
are  either  opposed  to  the  law  or  indifferent  to  it.    The  conse- 
quence is  that  the  land  becomes  infested  with  unlawful  liquor 
dealers  and  no  effort  is  made  to  drive  them  from  their  hidings. 
Agents  are  allowed  to  enter  a  town  and  oiienly  sell  their  illicit 
wares  while  the  Mayor  and  his  brother  offlciaU  look  on  quietly 
and  smile  approval  without  making  the  slightest  effort  to  stop 
the  influx.    Young  men  hold  high  drinking  carnivals,  assaults 
are  made  and  rioting  indulged  in,  but  an  arrest  is  seldom  made. 
All  the  while,  the  enemies  of  prohibition  triumph  and  grow 
more  defiant  in  their  violations  and  insolence.    All  the  while, 
BO-ca!led  good  men  sit  around  inertly  and  discuss  the  deplor- 
able condition  of  affairs,  comfortably  smoking  their  pipes  or 
cigars  or  chewing  their  quids  of  tobacco,  and  lament  the  fact 
that  Prohibition  is  a  failure  and  weakly  admit  that  the  raloon 
might  as  well  be  running  in  full  blast ;  not  once  thinking  it 
necessary  to  raise  their  voices  in  denunciation  or  lift  their 
hands  to  crash  out  the  unholy  thing.    If  I  were  a  man  I  would 
be  ashamed  to  occupy  such  a  position  !  If  the  men  of  this  coun- 
try are  unable  to  protect  our  homes  by  the  enforcement  of  law, 
in  the  name  of  justice,  give  the  women  the  baUot  and  let  them 
have  a  chance  at  it  1 

How  sadly  do  the  times  need  men  !  not  cigarette-poisoned, 
whisky-inflamed,  morally-debauched  specimens  of  the  mascu- 
line gender  made  after  the  fashion  of  a  man —  but,  men  1  pure 


juwii.    WImto  iH  then- 

riiHh  thi8f<H>?  Whero 

ihI,  protwt  the  weak, 

R'reiived  their  hoin;  in 

11  of  the  people  them- 
ly  liiH  wonders  to  por- 
theuiHelvt'H  there  unwt 
spirit,  a  higher,  purer 
'  man's  relation  to  his 
to  God.— Mrs.  Je»aie 
of  Mothers'  Meetings. 

lOAt.  OPTION. 

or  prohibition  and  is 
rhe  enforcement  of  its 
hands  of  officers  who 
■ent  to  it.    Tlie  conse- 

with  unlawful  liquor 
em  from  their  hidings. 

ojienly  sell  their  illicit 
)fflcial8  look  on  quietly 

slightest  effort  to  stop 
ting  carnivals,  assaults 

arrest  is  seldom  made, 
ion  triumph  and  grow 
jlence.  All  the  while, 
and  discuss  tlie  deplor- 
moking  their  pipes  or 
o,  and  lament  the  fact 
r  admit  that  the  saloon 

;  not  once  thinking  it 
unciation  or  lift  their 
f  I  were  a  man  I  would 
If  the  men  of  this  coun- 
the  enforcement  of  law, 

the  ballot  and  let  them 

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pecimens  of  the  maacu- 
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in  mind,  upright  in  heart,  blameloHK  in  life!  Men  honest 
lugh  t;,  liveL  truth  ;  courageous  enough  to  sutler  forpnn- 
c  pie  ;  unselfish  enough  t«  sink  personal  interest  m  the  welfare 
of  th;  community.  Men  who  honor  true  citizenship!  Men 
whl  are  loyal  to  the  church  of  ChriBt !  Men  who  are  willing 
Tostand  by  word  and  deed,  for  righteous  legmlation  the  puri- 
fication of  politics  and  the  abolition  of  the  ^-IjJ^-^^ 


134. 


«SROUND  OUT   BV   A   <:KANK. 

I'd  rather  be  dumb. 
And  always  mum. 
Than  pray  like  some, 
"  Thy  Kingdom  come," 
Then  vote  for  rum. 

rd  rather  be  blind 
And  often  maligned 
And  8i)eak  my  mind 
Than  be  behind 
An  age  of  this  kind. 

I'd  rather  be  frank 
And  called  a  "crank," 
Not  known  at  the  bank. 
Than  stand  on  a  plank 
Both  rotten  and  rank. 

The  cranks  of  to-day 
Have  come  to  stay  ; 
To  vote  and  pray 
In  the  selfsd.rae  way 
Till  they  turn  the  day. 

The  crank  is  bold 
Like  Daniel  of  old 
When  put  in  to  hold 
The  lions,  we're  told, 
Were  badly  sold. 

No  wonder,  I  own, 
He  was  left  alone, 
Composed,  as  is  known, 
Like  cranks,  full-grown. 
Of  grit  and  backbone. 


—  C.  M. 


174 


Plmfokm  Pearls. 


135.    THAT'S  Till!:  UIESTIOIV. 

In  a  lone  house  —  a  suiall  house  f luiiishetl  bare  —  there  sat 
a  tliin,  pallid  woman  dressed  in  meager  garments,  through 
which  the  cold  wind  blew  in  fitful  gusts.  Annmd  her  were 
huddled  thi-ee  thin,  pale,  half-starved  children.  There  was  no 
food  in  the  pantry,  no  fuel  in  the  stove.  Why  was  this  the 
case?    Ah !  that's  the  question. 

In  a  low  grog  shop  in  the  neighboring  hamlet,  surrounded 
by  a  crowd  of  drunken  men,  there  sat  a  being  tliat  had  been 
a  man.  He  was  besotted  with  rum.  His  bloated  face  was 
buried  in  his  red  hands.  He  was  asleep.  He  was  a  drunkard. 
Why  was  he  a  drunkard  :    Ah!  that's  the  question. 

"Mother,  why  doesn't  father  come  home?"  asked  one  of 
the  three  pale  cluldren  of  the  pallid  woman  in  the  lonely  house. 
Ah  !  that's  the  question. 

"I  will  start  out  for  him  and  bring  him  home, mother,"  ex- 
claimed the  child. 

"  Brave  boy  ! "  replied  the  parent,  between  her  sobs.  And 
so  in  the  cold  dark  night  the  fearless  child  went  out.  But  why 
was  this  midnight  and  perilous  journey  necessary  V  All !  that's 
the  question. 

A  tap  at  the  door  of  the  grog  shop.  A  deep  mutter  among 
the  men  whose  unlawful  amusement  it  had  interrupted.  The 
door  opened  and  the  child  walked  in.  "Father,"  he  cried,  as 
he  leaned  over  the  sleeping  wretch,  "  will  you  come  with  me  ?" 
Ah  !  that's  the  question. 

Father  and  child  —  drunken  beast  and  pure,  young  inno- 
eence  — hand  in  hand,  pursued  their  lonely  way  over  the 
dark  and  rocky  road  that  led  to  the  deserted  home.  By  the 
side  of  the  path  was  a  steep  precipice.  Here  the  twain 
paused.  The  man  sat  down  to  think.  What  thoughts,  think 
you,  were  passing  tlirough  his  rum-crazed  brain?  Ah !  that's 
the  question. 

They  were  awful  thoughts— thoughts  of  murder.  He  had 
been  torn  away  from  his  haunts  by  the  firm  hand  of  his 
little  child.  His  wife  had  set  a  spy  on  his  track.  The  result 
should  be  wiped  out.    But  how  ?    Ah !  that's  the  question. 

Five  minutes  of  silent  but  awful  meditation  suffice.  Start- 
ing to  hie  feet  the  enraged  man  grasped  his  httle  son  by  the 
waist  and  held  him  at  arm's  length  over  the  steep  precipice. 


see  1 

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*TI«IV. 

IuhI  bare  —  tliere  sat 
r  garments,  tlu-ougli 
I.  Around  her  were 
dren.  There  was  no 
Why  was  this  the 

;  hamlet,  surrounded 
being  tliat  had  been 

3is  bloated  face  was 
He  was  a  drunkard. 

!  question. 

lome? "  asked  one  of 

,n  in  the  lonely  house. 

tn  home,  mother,"  ex- 

Aveen  her  sobs.  And 
1  went  out.  But  why 
Bcessary  V    All !  that's 

V  deep  mutter  among 
lad  interrupted.  The 
'  Father,"  he  cried,  as 
I  you  come  with  me  ?  " 

id  pure,  young  inno- 
lonely  way  over  the 
iserted  home.  By  the 
ce.  Here  the  twain 
What  thoughts,  think 
ed  brain?    Ah!  that's 

B  of  murder.  He  had 
the  firm  hand  of  his 
his  track.  The  result 
that's  the  question. 
I'.tation  suffice.  Start- 
id  his  httle  son  by  the 
the  steep  precipice. 


Platform  Peahlh. 


IV> 


'  shall  I  ever 


"  Father,"  murmured  the  <hild.  plaintively, 
see  mother  again  V "    All !  that's  the  question. 

"I  don't  see  whv  little  Johnny  doesn't  come  home,  ex- 
claimed the  pallid  woman  in  the  lonely  house,  as  tl.e  first 
streaks  of  dawn  lit  up  the  empty  pantry  shelves.  "Can  any 
harm  have  befallen  him  ? "  . 

Dawn  saw  a  pale  man,  trembling  at  every  jomt,  gazing  with 
bloodshot  eyes  over  a  deep  precipice  at  a  little  heap  of  clothes 
lying  on  the  cruel  rocks  below.  The  drunkards  bram  reeled 
with  honor.    Had  he  murdered  his  child?     Ah!   that s  the 

'^^'in'rsolitary  cell  in  the  insane  asylum  there  sits  a  pale,  thin 
man,  with  long  white  hair  and  vacant  eyes.  All  day  ""g  ^e 
moans  aloud  :  "  Why  did  I  do  it?  Oh,  why  did  I  do  it !  Oh ! 
mv  friend,- that's  the  question. 

In  the  Judgment  Day,  murderers,  saloon-keepers,  law-ma- 
kers, politicians  and  voters,  distillers  and  doctors  of  divinity, 
rumsellers  and  religious  citizens,  sharers  in  the  profits  of  lega- 
ized  massacre,  will  stand  before  a  just  God.  "  What  hast  thou 
done?  The  voice  of  thy  brother's  blood  crieth  unto  me  from 
uie  ground.    Where  is  thy  brother?"     Oh  \  thaVs  the  ques- 

tton. 

136.    WANTED-TBUE  MEN. 

To-day  the  pressing  need  of  our  country  is  ti-v^  men.  Great 
questions  are  before  us  for  settlement.  Stupendous  problems 
Ire  to  be  solved.  Mighty  issues  present  themselves  for  the  pro- 
found thought  and  earnest  consider       -  of  statesmen. 

Evils  which  threaten  the  existence  of  our  free  mstitutions 
are  abroad  in  the  laud.    Gigantic  wrongs  are  holding  trium- 
phant sway  and  they  must  be  righted  and  overthrov^n  or  this 
Republic,  which  is  ours  at  so  great  a  cost  of  blood  and  treasure 
wiU  go  down  amid  greater  ruins  than  followed  the  fall  of 
Rome     O!   for  men  who  can  get  hold  of  this   generation  ! 
When  Greece  was  invaded  by  the  armed  milUon  of  Xerxes,  to 
meet  the  awful  emergency  men  of   deathless  bravery  and 
patriotism  sprang  from  mountain  and  vaUey  to  resist  the  foe. 
When  despotism  sought  to  crus)  out  EngUsh  Uberty  Crom- 
weU  and  his  Ironsides  with  prayer  and  song  valiantly  took  the 
field  and  overwhelmingly  defeated  the  forces  of  tyranny. 
When  the  homes  and  firesides  of  Scotland  needed  a  cou- 


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rageous  di-fense,  Robert  Bruce  and  his  c-lans  from  IlighlaM.l  and 
Lowland  gathered  in  battle  array  and  beat  hack  the  enemies  of 

In  the  days  of  the  American  Revolution  when  the  fleets  of 
England  darkened  our  waters  and  the  British  armies  landed 
upon  our  shores  t.)  strike  down  the  spirit  of  indeiwndence,  from 
everv  field  and  workshop,  from  city  and  country,  from  the  hiUs 
of  New  England  and  the  plains  of  Georgia,  freemen  buckled 
on  their  armor  and  drew  their  swords  in  the  cause  of  human 
rights  and  won  a  victory  that  has  blessed  the  race  and  placed 
our  nation  in  the  forefront  of  the  world's  progiessand  civiliza- 
tion. ,    ... 

To-day  from  the  sun-bathed  heights  of  duty  and  righteous- 
ness and  truth,  Cxod  is  calling  upon  the  American  people, "  -hom 
He  ha«  so  greatly  favored  and  blessed,  to  put  down  the  infa- 
mous iniquity  which  is  yearly,  daily,  hourly,  blighting  and 
cursing  our  fair  land,  filling  jails  and  prisons  and  poorhouses, 
"cutting  off  the  children  from  without  and  the  young  men 
from  the  street "  ;  scattering  wreck  and  ruin  everywhere,  and 
plunging  lost  souls,  by  the  thousands,  into  eternal  despair.  O, 
that  our  countrymen  would  hear,  and  obey  that  voice  1  May 
our  eves  soon  behold  tlie  gathered  millions  of  American  voters 
in  their  sovereign  power  at  the  polls  casting  their  ballots  for 
home  and  God  and  against  the  most  colossal  evil  of  the  19th 

century.  , 

We  need  men  who  have  a  true  sense  of  life's  sacredness  and 
meaning  and  a  proper  appreciation  of  its  golden  opportunity. 

Weneedmenof  intense  patiiotism  — men  who  will  stand 
for  the  best  interests  of  their  native  land  at  whatever  sacrifice. 
We  need  men  of  unyielding  moral  courage  — men,  who 
knowing  the  right,  wiU  lose  their  lives,  if  necessary,  to  do  the 
right  May  God  give  us  such  men  in  this  time  of  our  counti-y's 
grUneed.  -TheQ^mt. 


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137.    THE  MOBAIilWARFAKK.* 

When  Freedom,  on  her  natal  day. 
Within  her  war-rocked  cradle  lay, 
An  iron  race  around  her  stood. 
Baptized  her  infant  brow  in  blood; 


*  By  permlBBion  of  Houghton,  Mifflin  &  Co. 


PLATrOBM  PKARLH. 


177 


iiH  from  Ilighlivul  and 
,t  back  the  enemies  of 

m  when  the  fleets  of 

Jritish  armies  landed 

f  independence,  from 

;ountry,  from  the  hills 

;ia,  freemen  buckled 

the  cause  of  human 

the  race  and  placed 

progiess and  civiliza- 

t  duty  and  righteous- 
merican  people,  ■  -hom 

0  put  down  the  infa- 
lourly,  blighting  and 
isons  and  poorhouses, 
b  and  the  young  men 
ruin  everywhere,  and 
to  eternal  despair.  O, 
bey  that  voice  1  May 
ins  of  American  voters 
isting  their  ballots  for 
ilossal  evil  of  the  19th 

of  life's  sacredness  and 

1  golden  opportunity, 
-men  who  will  stand 
I  at  whatever  sacrifice. 

courage  —  men,  who 
if  necessary,  to  do  the 
is  time  of  our  counti-y's 
—  The  Qtieat. 


RFARB.* 

y. 
y. 

Mi; 


And,  through  the  storm  which  round  her  swept, 
Their  constant  ward  and  watching  kept. 
Then,  where  our  quiet  herds  rei^se. 
The  roar  of  baleful  battle  rose, 
And  brethren  of  a  common  tongue 
To  mortal  strife  as  tigers  sprung, 
And  every  gift  on  Freedom's  shrine 
Was  man  for  beast,  and  blood  for  wine '. 
Our  fathers  to  their  graves  have  gone ; 
Their  strife  is  past  —  their  triumph  won  ; 
But  sterner  trials  wait  the  race 
Which  rises  in  their  honored  place — 
A  moral  warfare  with  the  crime 

And  folly  of  an  evil  time. 

So  let  it  be.    In  God's  own  might 

We  gird  us  for  the  coming  fight, 

And,  strong  in  Him  whose  cause  is  ours 

In  conflict  with  unholy  powers 

We  grasp  the  weapona  He  has  given  — 

The  Light,  and  Truth,  and  Love  of  H^ven.^^^  _^^,^^    . 

138.  RUN  UP  THE  FI.AO  -N All.  IT  TO  THE  STAFF  ! 
The  flag  is  the  emblem  of  a  nation's  glory  and  a  nation  s 
power.  There  is  a  spirit  of  inspiration  in  its  very  folds  to  the 
dtizen  and  the  subject,  whose  regal  palace  or  humble  hovel  is 
protected  by  its  stars  and  eagle,  or  its  cross  and  lion  Are  not 
Se  sTars  and  stripes  to  us  Americans  "  a  thing  of  beauty  and 

^-'oC'Sher  loved  the  brilliant  folds,  but  do  not  we  love 
them  even  more  since  they  came  back  through  the  densedeath 
smo^e -rent  and  torn,  to  be  sure,  and  leaving  many  a  brave 
sraSrd  bearer  behind  on  the  field  dead-but  victoryK>rowned 
and  showing  to  our  gladdened  eyes  not  one  ^tar  Pl^cked  f rom  ite 
glorious  constellation?    Oh,  yes,  that  grand  old  flag  is  a  mag- 
neTc  battery  sending  thrilling  power  and  enthusiasm  through 
and  through  every  hand  that  touches  the  pole  of  its  standard. 
Thl  laS  war  Ss  filled  the  world  with  the  romantic  stories 
-stories  whose  truth  is  stranger  than  &««««  "«' jf  ^"^  "^^ 
done  under  the  inspiration  of  our  nation's  flag  and  foi  its  pro- 
J^tLn     What's  a  nation  without  a  flag?    What's  an  army 


178 


Platform  Pearls. 


without  I.  banner?  In  the  holy  wars  of  the  Jews  the  peculiar 
people  of  God  caiTied  their  ensign,  and  every  tribe  knew  and 
followed  its  own  banner.  And  we  must  have  a  flag,  an  en- 
bign,  for  the  tribes  of  that  "peculiar  people"  that  the  Lord 
Ood  has  raised  up  among  us,  the  ini])erial  army  of  Prohibition 
Crusaders.  There  is  already  a  mighty  host,  m.'ghty  in  num- 
iK-rs,  but  mightier  by  far  in  the  strength  of  their  invincible 
cause,  the  cause  of  God,  and  outraged  humanity.  And  this 
army  is  reinforced  with  the  millio-^s  of  prayers  and  pleadings, 
the  sighs  and  moans,  the  craving  hunger  and  burning  thirst  of 
millions  of  unwilling  -rictims  of  the  dread  power  of  that  cirse 
and  tyrant  of  civilized  lands  —  the  traffic  in  bottled  poisouH 
with  the  State  seal  07i  every  cork  ! 

This  huge  national  army  of  rum  is  more  than  "  a  thousand 
thousand,  and  tliree  hundred  chariots  of  iron."  But  the  Lord 
God  raised  up  a  standard  against  them,  and  they  that  are  with 
us  are  more  than  they  that  are  with  them.  Tliis  imperial  Pro- 
hibition army  must  rally  under  a  common  standard,  with  one 
motto  and  one  heart.  It  must  not  fight  in  independent  divi- 
sions without  unity  of  purpose,  but  in  whatever  part  of  the 
field  a  corps  or  a  brigade  may  be  engaged  its  blows  must  tall 
upon  the  foe  at  that  point,  where  it  can  push  through  the 
enemy's  thinned  ranks,  to  the  Capitol  of  the  Rebellion  —  the 
legalized  saloon. 

So,  then,  we  must  have  a  flag,  and  run  it  up,  and  nail  it  to 
the  staff.  I>t  that  flag  be  a  field  of  pure  white,  emblematic 
of  the  staiiil'iss  sincerity  of  our  soldiero'  total  abstinence ;  let 
its  border  be  of  blue,  betokening  the  imperial  power  of  the 
omnipotent  CJod.  which  surrounds  our  cause,  and  hedges  us  in 
from  danger  on  every  side ;  and  let  its  folds  be  covered  with 
golden  stars,  the  bright  and  precious  promi&es  of  Grod's  Holy 
Book ;  words  that  have  cheered  discouraged  f.oa'ia,  and  won 
victories  for  the  weak  and  the  timid  in  many  .m  unequal  strife. 
And  let  there  be  a  motto  written  on  that  ensign,  not  in  a  dead 
language,  but  in  plain  mother  tongue,  so  every  child  can  read 
and  know  its  full  sense  and  meaning,  and  let  it  be : 
PERPETUAL  PROHIBITION : 

"IN  G'jD  we  trust." 

By  this  we  shall  conquer  ;  with  this  we  shall  gather  to  the 
support  of  our  cause  every  ti'tie  man  and  woman,  every  un- 
compromising friend  of  temperance  and  humanity.   By  this  we 


13 


a 
r 

V 

a 
c 
t 

1 


Platfoiim  Pkablh. 


ITO 


the  Jews  the  peculiar 
every  tribe  knew  and 
;t  have  a  flag,  an  en- 
)eople"  that  the  Lord 
al  army  of  Prohibition 
host,  m.'ghty  in  num- 
th  of  their  invincible 
humanity.  And  this 
prayers  and  pleadings, 
r  and  burning  thirst  of 
id  power  of  that  cirse 
ifflc  in  bottled  poisonn 

ore  than  "  a  thousand 
I  iron."  But  the  Lord 
and  they  that  are  with 
ti.  Tills  imperial  Pro- 
ion  standard,  with  one 
t  in  independent  divi- 
whatever  part  of  the 
ed  its  blows  must  tall 
can  push  through  the 
of  the  Rebellion  —  the 

in  it  up,  and  nail  it  to 
lire  white,  emblematic 
j'  total  abstinence ;  let 
imperial  power  of  the 
:au8e,  and  hedges  us  in 
folds  be  covered  with 
•oviiies  of  Grod's  Holy 
iraged  Rouis,  and  won 
uany  .m  unequal  strife, 
t  ensign,  not  in  a  dead 
o  every  child  can  read 
id  let  it  be  : 
[TION : 

ive  shall  gather  to  the 
and  woman,  every  un- 
humanity.   By  this  we 


shall  be  able  to  -  discern  between  the  wicked  and  the  righteous, 
between  him  that  serveth  Ood  and  him  that  serveth  h.m  not. 
Sen  run  up  the  flag  -  nail  it  to  the  stalT !   No  compronuBe  no 
surrender.     This  army   leaves  not  the  field   until    the   last 
redoubt  of  the  enemy  is  carried.  _  ^^^  ^   ^^^^  ^  ^^^^^ 


139.     FOIIB    I«II.I.ION       CHRISTIAN       miJBDEBKBS^ 

Times  change,  and  we  change  with  them.  Tlie  pagans  of 
old  n  used  to  pit  man  against  man  in  the  g  arUat«nal  arena 
and  bid  them  flglt  each  other  to  the  death,  that  the  popular 
^ot  for  excitin,fs,x,rt  might  be  grati^ed  For  fifto^n^ntunes 
Christians  have  been  boastirg  that  that  sort  ^^  "^^f"'^  ^^^ 
stopped  by  Christianity.  It  is  about  time  that  chese  boastmgs 
were  laid  on  the  table  indefinitely.  .    ,   ,         .    » 

InZ  days  of  Luther  a  great  revolt  was  instituted  agamst 
the  sale  of  indulgences  .,  carried  on  by  Tfel^^or  four  cen- 
turies Protestants  have  been  cens  iring  the  Roman  Cathohc 
ChLh  for  having  sold  indulgences  to  sin,  for  a  ?"«=-  'jnc' u.e 
Catholics  have  been  protesting  against  the  charge  b«  false  and 
Mujust.    It  Is  about  time  that  the  dispute  be  laid  on  the  table 

"1h"erlneverwaB,inthebrutalgladiatorialcoml«^^ 
anything  to  compare,  in  atrocity  and  cruelty,  wih  the  b^k 
record  that  Ues  to-day  upon  our  four  million      Chn«t'«! 
voters  of  America  ;  and  the  most  sweeping  charges  brought 
Igall  Tetzel  and  his  time«  pale  into  insignificance  beside  ttie 
dark  shame  in  which  Catholics  and  Protestants  are  alike  par- 
SpatT  to-day.    Where  is  the  sense  in  Christians  boasting 
Suhf  cessaUon  of  the  gladi.torial  --bats  when  mt^^^^^^^ 
place  we  have  200,000  men  commissioned  to  ^^^P^^^  «"  *^«,^'*' 
Siat  money  can  command  in  pauperizing,  crazing  and  pot«)n- 
w  their  fellow  men?    Where  is  the  sense  m  Protestants  and 
SSsdtuting  overthe  responsibility  for  afewin^lg;- 
six  centuries  ago  when  year  aftor  year  they  are  jointly  issuing 
f"r  r^uchsmaL  sumsind,  fences  infinitely  more  nl^mous 
When  the  gladiators  fo«   ht,  each  man  had  something  bke 
an  equal  chance  ;  to-day  art  is  pitted  agamst  ignorance.    Then 
■:Z\  sword  against  sword,  trained  skill  a^-"--^^ 
skill  •  now  it  is  slow  iwison  against  unsuspectmg  and  umn 
formed  victims.    Then  it  was  a  duel ;  now  it  is  assassination. 


— ^^Bta*-— — 


18U 


PLATFOBM  PlARLS. 


Then  the  public  Razed  upon  elaveB  and  barbarians  flKhti.iKoarh 
other ;  to-day  men  are  conimiseioned  by  ChriHtian  voters  to 
weave  nets  about  their  owr.  sons  and  daughters  ard  drag  them 
down  to  a  living  death.  Then  the  responsibility  rested  upon  an 
autocratic  ruler  and  the  pagan  public  merely  cheeretl  the  con- 
test ;  to-day  the  people  are  the  rulers  and  four  million  chunli 
members  are  responsible  for  the  infamy.  Then  the  HiK)rt  was 
continued  to  gratify  the  love  for  an  exhibition  of  personal  skill 
and  courage  ;  to-day  our  modem  crime  is  perpetuated  because 
4,000,000  church  membera  want  a  certain  set  of  wily  and 
scheming  politicians  to  win.  Then,  at  the  most,  a  few  hun- 
dreds perished  in  a  year  ;  now  thousands  perish  every  month. 
Then  it  was  pagan  darkness ;  now  it  is  Cliristian  enlighten- 
ment. Then  the  fatherhood  of  Ck)d  and  the  brotherhood  of 
man  had  not  dawned  upon  the  world  ;  now  the  phrase  is  in 
nearly  everybody's  mouth. 

Four  million  "  Christian  "  murderers  !  Is  the  phrase  the 
result  of  a  heated  imagination  ?  Who  then  is  responsible  for 
these  thousands  that  stagger  into  drunkards'  graves  each 
month?  Are  they  responsible  for  their  own  deaths?  In  a 
measure,  yes ;  but  bow  many  thousands  of  them  went  along 
the  road  to  ruin  utterly  ignorant  of  the  physiological  effects  of 
liquor,  believing  to  the  last  that  beer  is  nourishing  and  whisky 
is  stimulating,  and  never  knowing  their  danger  until  their  sys- 
tem was  diseased  and  minds  enslaved  past  all  hope  V  Who  is 
responsible  —  the  men  who  enticed  them  to  drink  and  sold  them 
the  poison?  In  a  measure,  yes;  but  how  many  of  these  h  ve 
never  had  reason  to  question  the  propriety  of  the  business,  that 
is  legalized  and  protected  by  the  great  mass  of  respectable  citi- 
zens ?  Who  is  responsible  —  those  who  issued  the  licenses  ?  In 
a  measure,  yes ;  but  these  men  were  can-ying  out  the  functions 
for  which  they  had  been  elected  to  office  and  for  which  they 
received  their  salaries.  Who  is  responsible— the  legislators? 
In  a  raeagure,  yes ;  but  the  legislator,  in  a  representative  form 
of  government,  is  but  an  agent,  a  representer,  of  others  whose 
purposes  he  is  carrying  out.  Who  is  responsible  —  those  who 
constitute  the  government,  in  whom  reside  all  the  authority 
and  power,  the  voters  of  America,  by  whom  are  empowered  all 
who  make  or  administer  laws?  Yes;  above  all  others  are 
these  resixnisible  for  these  thousands  of  murders,  and  among 
all  men  the  voter  has  the  least  pretext  of  excuse  for  his  guilt. 


Til 
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HU 

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lie 

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lei 
th 

Ig 
ar 

Ip 

Pt 
th 
th 
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di 
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hi 
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T 


rbarianfl  flRhti .  ig  each 
J  Christian  voters  to 
ghters  ard  drag  them 
iibility  rested  upon  an 
rely  cheeretl  tlie  con- 
1  four  million  churcli 
Then  tlie  HiK)rt  wiw 
lition  of  personal  skill 
«  perpetuated  because 
ain  set  of  wily  and 
the  most,  a  few  hun- 
H  perish  every  month. 
1  CTiristian  enlighten- 
d  the  brotherhood  of 
now  the  phrase  is  in 

!  Is  the  phrase  the 
lien  is  responsible  for 
inkards'  graves  each 
r  own  deaths?    In  a 

of  them  went  along 
ihysiological  effects  of 
lourishing  and  whisky 
danger  until  their  sys- 
ist  all  hopeV  Who  is 
to  drink  and  sold  them 
V  many  of  these  h?!ve 
ty  of  the  business,  that 
lass  of  respectable  citi- 
wued  the  licenses?  In 
•ying  out  the  functions 
:e  and  for  which  they 
sible  —the  legislators? 

a  representative  form 
enter,  of  others  whose 
sponsible  —  those  who 
jside  all  the  authority 
lom  are  empowered  all 
;  above  all  others  are 
'  murders,  and  among 
of  excuse  for  his  guilt. 


I'LAtronM    l'K.AUI.H. 


181 


The  drunkard  has  in  most  canfH,  at  Iciist  among  the  lower 
classes,  thf  <«xcnH«>  of  ignorance  ;  the  saloon-kceiMT  wantn  to 
Hupjwrt  hiM  fiiMiily,  and  this  is  a  lawful  meUuHl  of  doing  it ;  the 
administrator  of  law  luul  the  legislator  can  claim  to  be  but 
agents  acting  under  instrucaions  ;  thousands  and  i)erha|w  mil- 
lions of  voters  can  for  their  share  of  the  guilt  plead  an  excusable 
ignorance  ;  but  for  these  four  million  church  members,  or  at 
least  the  overwhelming  majority  of  them,  what  excuse  is 
there?  Can  they  plead  ignorance  ?  If  so,  ignorance  of  what  ? 
Ignorance  that  the  mloon  is  sending  men  and  women  to  death 
and  disgrace ?  Ignorance  that  the  saliwns  are  licensed  by  law? 
Ignorance  that  those  who  make  the  laws  are  elected  by  the 
people  ?  Tliere  was  some  show  of  excuse  for  the  voter  when 
the  curse  of  slavery  overshadowed  the  land,  for  the  power  of 
the  voters,  under  the  Constitution,  was  in  dispute ;  but  to-day 
there  are  four  million  church  members  in  this  land  whc  are 
directly  responsible  for  these  murders  of  men,  women,  and 
children,  and  not  a  shadow  of  excuse  is  there  :  i-  their  unut- 
terable crime.  It  is  the  greatest  outrage  upon  humanity  that 
has  ever  been  recorded  in  history,  and  an  infinitely  blacker 
crime  than  African  slavery  ever  was.  —E.J.  Wheeler. 

140.    THE  B1€A  FOUH   AND  THK  MTTIiK  MAN. 

There  was  a  man—  a  mighty  man  — 

Who  wrote  a  mighty  grammar. 
To  be  beat  into  children's  heads, 

And  knocked  in  with  a  hammer. 
And  if  you  wish  for  grammar-lore 

His  book's  the  place  to  seek  it. 
It  tells  us  how  to  speak  our  tongue 

The  way  we  ought  to  speak  it, 
A  learned  book  filled  up  with  rules, 

With  rules  of  all  conceptions. 
Ten  thousand  rules  from  all  the  schools, 

Ten  million  more  exceptions. 

There  was  a  man  —  a  mighty  man  — 

Who  had  a  mighty  "  projick  " 
To  write  a  great  Compendium 

Of  Universal  Logic. 
He  told  us  how  to  range  our  facts 

In  proper  collocation, 


\m 


I'LATKOBM   I'KAHI-H. 


To  analyze  and  synthesize 
And  keep  from  obf UBtiation. 

By  his  advice  the  target  truth 
By  liot  Bliot  could  be  shot  full  — 

He  told  U8  how  to  think  our  thought* 
And  make  our  thinking  thoughtful. 

Tliere  was  a  man  —  a  mighty  man  — 

A  mighty  rhett)rician  — 
Who  made  a  rhetoric  that  ran 

Into  the  twelfth  edition ; 
He  taught  us  not  to  write  like  clowiu), 

Or  any  coarse  clodhopper, 
But  how  to  write  with  elegance 

Preeminently  proper. 
He  told  us  how  to  write  our  thoughts 

In  true  concatenation, 
And  fix  and  rig  'em  up  in  style 

By  rule  and  regulation. 
There  was  a  man— a  mighty  man  — 

Who  made  a  contribution 
To  wisdom's  great  totality  — 

A  work  en  elocution. 
He  told  U8  how  to  throw  our  arms 

To  make  our  words  emphatic, 
And  told  us  how  to  twist  our  mouths 

To  make  our  speech  dramatic ; 
He  told  us  how  to  coo  like  doves 

Or  roar  like  any  bison  ; 
And  told  U8  how  to  throw  our  voice 
All  over  the  horizon. 

There  was  a  man  —  a  little  man  — 

A  very  little  fellow. 
Who  used  to  stand  upon  the  stand, 

Just  stand  right  up  and  bellow. 
He  mauled  and  murdered  rhetoric. 

Threw  logic  in  confusion. 
And  broke  all  the  commandments  of 

The  Book  of  Elocution. 
He  filled  the  palpitating  air 

With  universal  clamor, 


PLATrORM  PBAHIA 


in 


htful. 
sm  — 


lownfi, 


)Ught8 


lan  — 


ms 

c, 
aouthH 

c; 

es 

voice 

HI  — 

tand, 
low. 
toric,  • 

«nt8  of 


With  cracked  debrii  of  rhetoric 
And  ragged  shreds  of  grammar. 

One  day  the  great  grammarian 

And  the  great  rhetorician 
And  the  great  elocution  man, 

Lilcewise  the  great  logician, 
Went  down  to  hear  this  little  man, 

This  very  little  fellow. 
To  see  him  momit  upon  the  stand 

And  then  to  hear  him  bellow. 
Loud  sneered  the  great  grammarian. 

Pooh-poohed  the  rhetorician, 
The  elocution  man  was  shocked 

And  shocked  the  great  logician. 

But  while  they  sneered,  these  learned  men. 

The  ignorant  congregation 
Showed  its  tumultuous  delight 

In  thunderous  acclamation. 
For,  oh  !  tliis  man  ~  this  little  man  — 

This  Prohibition  fellow. 
Just  played  upon  men's  heart-strings  as 

Upon  a  violoncello. 
For  tho  he  was  a  little  man, 

He  had  a  mighty  message 
Which  found  its  way  to  people's  hearts. 

Nor  stopped  to  pay  expressage. 

The  people  cried  and  clapped  and  wept, 

And  soon  the  rhetorician, 
Orammarian,  elocution  man, 

Likewise  the  great  logician, 
Were  laughing  just  like  common  men, 

Or  crying  just  like  the  women, 
While  through  his  sea  of  eloquence 

The  little  man  was  swimmin'. 
And  loud  haw-hawed  and  loud  boohooed 

These  deep  and  learned  fellows  — 
His  hands  were  on  their  heart-strings  and 

He  play<:)d  his  violoncellos ! 

Now  grammar's  good  and  logic's  good 
And  rhetoric's  good  and  proper, 


And  elocution's  excellent 

To  train  the  coarse  clodhopper  ; 
But  this  my  little  fable  shows, 

My  little  fable  teaches, 
The  man  inspired  with  zeal  for  truth 

All  formulas  o'erreaches. 
He  breaks  the  rules  of  scribes  and  schools 

As  fast  as  they  can  make  'em, 
And  grammar  men  and  logic  men 

All  go  to  hear  him  break 'em.  ^^ 

-Adapted  from  Sam  Walter  Foas,  in  ^^Qolden  Rule. 

141.    A  SHORT  STORV.* 

The  Nowman  M.  E.  Church  is  the  largest  in  the  city  of 
Bloomsbarie,  havii^g  over  800  members. 

The  official  Board  is  in  session.  ■,u^,„„ai 

A  very  animated  discussion  is  going  on  over  the  withdrawal 
of  twenty-se-.  en  of  the  members  of  the  church. 

Dr  W  Uamson,  the  eloquent  pastor,  is  speaking  : 

"  I  adn  It  that  in  point  of  numbers,  twenty-seven  outof  over 

eight  hundred  would  make  but  very  little  difference,  but  see 

who  the  twenty-seven  are- the  very  ones  who  c^  on  our 

rrayrmStinSandattendtothespiritualaffa^ofthechurch 

ft  is  true  thatfhey  are  not  the  wealthy  part  of  our  church,  but 
a  church  can  not  be  run  with  money  alone 

..  Brother  Williamson."  spoke  up  the  Hon.  Chas  Smith,  a 
memberof  the  Legislature,  "  I  say  letthem  go;  ^^^'^^^^f^^^^ 
much  better  without  them.  They  have  grown  crazy  over  the 
S^ldbittn  plr^y,  and  right  here  in  our  prayer-meeting  some 
^tSiav?So;.n  so  told  as  to  declare  that  any  man  who 
1  noTvote  th'^irticketwas supporting  the Uquor traffic.  Now 
I  claim  to  be  as  good  a  Prohibitionist  as  any  man  m  the  Prohi- 
U^TZtj,  and  indeed,  a  better  Prohibitionist,  for  the  reason 
Si  Z.  Ihe  honor  of  voting  for  the  enactment  oj  our  presen^ 
hinse  law,  which  has  dono  more  for  temperance  than  the  Pro- 
hihition  nartv  will  ever  accomplibh.' 

ThenSe  Grant,  one  of  the  county  Judges,  spoke  up : 
^Gentlemen,  this  recent  discussion  about  the  church  being 
the  bSrk  of  ihe  Uquor  traffic  is  nothing  short  of  blasphemy 
In  calling  the  faithful  followers  of  the  Lord  Jesus  Chnst,  the 
*  Copyrighted  by  fb<!  author. 


per; 


ir  truth 

and  schools 

m, 

men 

m. 

IS,  in  ''Golden  Rule." 

►Rlf.* 

)  largest  in  the  city  of 

on  over  the  withdrawal 
church. 
•,  is  speaking : 
twenty-seven  out  of  over 
little  difference,  but  see 
ones  who  carry  on  our 
ual  affairs  of  the  church, 
r  part  of  oiu-  church,  but 
lone." 

;he  Hon.  Chas.  Smith,  a 
aem  go;  we  will  get  along 
ire  grown  crazy  over  the 
ur  prayer-meeting  some 
Clare  that  any  man  who 
g  the  Uquor  traffic.  Now, 
as  any  man  in  the  Prohi- 
bibitionist,  for  the  reason 
enactment  of  our  present 
temperance  than  thePro- 

ity  Judges,  spoke  up : 
1  about  the  church  being 
thing  short  of  blasphemy 
16  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  the 


Plattobm  Pkarls. 


186 


upholders  of  the  rum  traffic,  the  gieate^t  cum>  the  world  has 
ever  seen.  1  agree  with  Brother  Smith,  let  those  Prohibition 
cranks  go,  and  our  church  will  then  go  on  in  peace."  (Applause 
from  the  other  members  of  the  Board.) 

"Of  course"  said  Ti-.  Williamson,  "we  will  have  to  give 
them  their  letters,  for  we  can  find  no  fault  with  their  Christian 
character.  But  we  uave  none  to  take  their  places  in  the  public 
prayer  service.  This  is  one  of  the  evils  of  bringing  pohtics  into 
religion  ;  they  woa't  mix.  The  Grand  Old  RepubUcan  party  is 
a  good  enough  teiaperance  party  for  me,  and  while  it  is  not  up 
to  the  standard  on  the  temperance  question  that  I  would  like 
to  see  it,  yet  I  am  not  going  to  throw  away  my  vote  on  a  party 
that  hasn't  a  ghost  of  a  chance  of  electing  its  candmates. 

(Applause.) 

"I  don't  understand  what  these  fanatical  Prohibitionists 
want."  said  the  Hon.  Mr.  Smith.  "  Our  church,  as  a  church, 
has  declared  that  the  '  liquor  traffic  can  not  be  legalized  with- 
out sin,'  and  nothing  stronger  than  that  could  be  uttered.    The 

man  who  sells  liquor  fo:  u  living  is  worse  than  a " 

Just  then  there  was  a  sharp  knock  on  the  door. 
"  Come  in,"  responded  the  double-bass  voice  of  Dr.  William- 
son. 

The  door  opened  and  the  portly  form  of  the  saloon-keeper 
across  the  street  appeared  in  the  doorway.  He  was  the  first  to 
break  the  oppressive  silence  : 

"Gentlemen,  knowing  this  to  be  your  regular  meeting 
night,  I  decided  to  come  over  and  inform  you  that  I  and  my 
family  have  made  up  our  minds  to  join  your  church  and  help 
along  the  good  work  you  are  doing." 

This  speech  was  greeted  with  dumb  astonishment  by  the 
members  of  the  Board.      Dr.  Williamson  was  the  first  to 

speak : 

"  Have  you  given  up  the  saloon  business  ?  " 

"  No,  sir,"  replied  the  saloon-keeper. 

"  Are  you  going  to  ? " 

"  No,  sir  :  I  am  conducting  a  respectable  place  and  see  no 
reason  why  I  should." 

"  W-e-11,"  slowly  replied  the  Doctor,  "  our  church  rules  pro- 
hibit us  from  taking  in  dealers  in  liquors,  and  for  that  reason 
we  must  refuse  you." 


186 


Platform  Pkarlb. 


..  Oh,"  said  the  Baloon-keoper.  a  flush  of  «'g«'-J«'"'"°;^^, 
hisalre^y  florid  face,  "I  was  not  aware  of  that.    On  what 
t^^Hols  your  church  refuse  to  admit  saloon-ke.pers 
•^^Ontre^o^d  that  they  areengagedinabusmeesthatsen^ 

Boule  t^  heU/^  replied  Dr.  WiUiamson.  "  The  B,b  e  says  that 
r^unS  BhaS  inheritthe  kingdom  of  «od  and  there^re  no 
drunkard-maker  can.  More  than  that,  oux  Board  of  Bishops 
Ja^  dSared  that  the  liquor  traffic  can  not  be  legahzed  without 

""ie  saloon-keeper  was  thoroughly  aroused  by  this  time,  and 

'"  ^r;^ SorStTji:  mLI  ^f  your  meml^rs  are  reg- 

""^^  itThrdSLe  were,"  said  D,    Wimamson. 

..  ir^u  know  that  two  of  this  official  Board,  now  m  this 
room  are  among  my  regular  customers?" 

N;  "ply,  but  t^vo  very  red  faces  showed  who  had  been  hit. 
ZV^^o^  that  I  got  my  Ucense  from  Judge  Grant,  who 
sit8righthere,forwhichIpaidtheregularhcensefee? 

•Hold  on,"  said  Judge  Gran    "  you  are  gomg  too  fast  my 
friend  •  I  do  not  make  the  laws,  and  I  am  compeUed  by  the 
Se'law  to  grant  Ucenses ;  therefore  I  am  not  responsible^ 
^eU,  theTaw  was  enacted  by  Mr.  Smith  there,  and  other 

^^^Yo^'t  place  the  responsibility  on  me,"  said  Mr.  Smith 
..I  c^eHut  the  wishes  of  those  who  elected  me.    Had 
bin^ted  on  a  Prohibition  platform  I  would  have^ot^^    o 
^^SStory  law.    My  party  stands  for  license  and  I  voted  f o, 

^^'^iTuIderstand  that  fully."  said  the  «^1^°;^««^';,2"V- 
voted  for  you  ;  so  did  Judge  Grant ;  so  did  Dr.  V-ill.amson , 
Ihefei  of  tWs  Board  and  the  great  majority  of  the  voters  m 
vo^^urch.  I  took  it  for  granted  that  aU  who  voted  for  you 
SvSucense.  Now,  I  am  politely  «.ld  that  I  can  not  join 
Sis  heaven-bound  band  and  that  I  shall  go  t«  hell.  Dr.  W^l^ 
S^i^here  voted  for  you.  Smith,  to  pass  a  license  jaw  which 

compels  Judge  Grant  to  give  me  a  ^^'^V'Jri   he  con' 
„.«  rt,«  fourth  party  to  the  agreement  and  without  the  con 
Tnt  o?  yru  lr/co«/d  no«  engage  in  the  whisky  busing 
?;;  tliree    are   bound   for   heaven,  where   you   wiU   wear 
cZmZ  play  on  golden  harps,  while  I  am  to  suffer  the 


f  anger  coming  into 
of  that.  On  what 
aloon-ke':per8?" 
1  a  business  that  sends 
The  Bible  says  that 
3od  and  therefore  no 
ur  Board  of  Bishops 
;  be  legalized  without 

ised  by  this  time,  and 

our  members  are  reg- 

Dr  Williamson. 

3.1  Board,  now  in  this 

red  who  had  been  hit. 

rom  Judge  Grant,  who 

lar  license  fee?" 

ire  going  too  fast,  my 
am  compelled  by  the 
am  not  responsible.'" 

3mith  there,  and  other 

n  me,"  said  Mr.  Smith, 
ho  elected  me.  Had  I 
[  would  have  voted  for 
license  and  I  voted  for 

saloon-keeper,  "but  I 
10  did  Dr.  Williamson ; 
ajority  of  the  voters  in 
t  all  who  voted  for  you 

lold  that  I  can  not  join 
1  go  to  hell.  Dr.  Will- 
lass  a  license  law  which 
.ease —  to  go  to  hell!  I 
t  and  without  the  con- 
in  the  whisky  business, 
where  you  -will  wear 
hile  I  am  to  suffer  the 


Platform  Pkarls. 


187 


torments  of  the  damned  1  Gentlemen,  if  your  Bible  is  true, 
and  I  go  to  hell  for  seUing  whisky,  yon  n-ill  go  with  me  to 
hell  for  voting  to  give  me  the  legal  right  of  doing  so.    Good- 

"^Vith  that  he  vanished,  closing  the  door  behind  him  with 

a  vigorous  slam. 

The  members  of  the  official  Board  looked  steadfastly  on 
the  floor,  each  one  seemingly  afraid  of  breaking  the  silence. 
They  were  Christian  men;  believed  they  were  doing  their 
Christian  duty.  But  the  saloon-keeper,  in  his  fierce  arraign- 
Eoent  of  those  present,  had  placed  a  tremendous  responsibihty 
on  their  shoulders.  Each  one  was  doing  some  pretty  serious 
thinking  when  Dr.  Williamson  ended  the  silence  by  saymg 

slowlv  * 

•'  Brethren,  that  saloon-keeper  told  us  some  terrible  truths. 
Brethren,  our  hands  are  not  clean  nor  our  skirts  uiispotted. 
Let  us  go  home  and  pray  for  light."  -  Tallie  Morgan. 

142.    JUST  THE  SAITIE. 

Yes,  you  hate  to  be  bought  and  you  hate  to  be  sold. 

And  you  hate  to  be  forced  to  pay  Shylock  in  gold. 

You  hate  the  hard  times,  but  you're  bound  to  die  game, 

You  hate  'em  —  but  you  vote  for  'em  just  the  same  I 

You  hate  politicians  taat  swagger  and  rant, 

You  hate  a  good  deal  of  the  old  party  cant. 

And  you  hate  a  large  share  of  the  ticket  you  name  — 

You  hate  it,  but  vote  for  it  just  the  same  t 

You  hate  to  be  cramped  in  a  financial  way, 

And  you  hate  giant  fraud  going  on  day  by  day, 

You  curse  in  your  soul  the  corruption  you  blame  — 

You  cm-se  it  —and  you  vote  for  it  just  the  same  I 

You  long  for  good  laws  and  prosperous  times, 

And  you  want  to  see  boodlers  sent  up  for  their  crimes, 

You  want  more  reforms  than  we've  space  here  to  name, 

But— you  never  vote  tor  them  just  the  same  1 

You  hope  for  a  change,  and  you  pray  for  reUef , 

And  you  swear  you'll  bring  partisan  schemers  to  grief. 

Then  you  march  to  the  poUs  to  put  blockheads  to  shame 

But  —  vote  the  old  ticket  again  just  the  same. 

—17(6  Every-Day  Church. 


m 


Platform  Pearls. 


143.    A    WOmANS  ANSWER. 

Do  you  know  you  have  asked  for  the  costliest  thing 

Ever  made  by  the  hand  above  — 
A  woman's  heart  and  a  woman's  life 

And  a  woman's  wonderful  love  ? 

Do  you  know  you  have  asked  for  this  priceless  thing 

As  a  child  might  ask  for  a  toy, 
Demanding  what  others  have  died  to  win, 

With  the  reckless  dash  of  a  boy  ? 

You  have  written  my  lesson  of  duty  out, 

Man-like  you  have  questioned  me ; 
Nov/  stand  at  the  bar  of  my  woman's  soul 

Until  I  shall  question  thee. 

You  require  your  mutton  shall  always  be  hot, 
Your  socks  and  your  shirts  shall  be  whole ; 

I  require  your  heart  to  be  true  as  God's  stars. 
And  as  pure  as  heaven  your  soul. 

You  require  a  cook  for  your  mutton  and  beef  ; 

I  require  a  far  better  thing : 
A  seamstress  you're  wanting  for  stockings  and  shirts  ; 

I  look  for  a  man  and  a  king. 

A  king  for  a  beautiful  realm  called  home, 

And  a  man  that  the  maker,  God, 
Shall  look  upon  as  He  did  the  first. 

And  suy,  "  It  is  very  good." 

I  am  fair  and  young,  but  the  rose  will  fade 

From  my  soft,  yoimg  cheek  one  day. 
Will  you  love  me  then  'mid  the  falling  leaves, 

Afl  you  did  'mid  the  bloom  of  May  ? 

Is  your  heart  an  ocean  so  strong  and  deep 

I  may  launch  my  all  on  its  tide? 
A  loving  woman  finds  Heaven  or  hell 

On  the  day  she  is  made  a  bride. 

I  require  all  things  that  are  grand  and  true, 

All  things  that  a  man  should  be  ; 
If  you  give  all  tliis,  I  would  stake  my  life 

To  be  all  you  demand  of  me. 


Platform  Fkarls. 


\m 


VKR. 

!  costliest  thing 


is  priceless  thing 
to  win, 

P'OUt, 

's  soul 

ays  be  hot, 
be  whole ; 
Jod's  stars, 

1  and  beef ; 
3ckings  and  shirts ; 

home. 


jnl\  fade 

day, 

Jing  leaves, 

ad  deep 
hell 

and  true, 
my  life 


If  you  cau  not  do  this  —  a  laundress  and  cook 

You  can  hire,  with  little  to  pay, 
But  a  woman's  heart  and  a  woman's  life 

Are  n  at  to  be  won  that  way. 

—  Mary  T.  Lathrap, 


144.    DECORATION  DAY- 1883. 

Brightly  bloom  the  fairy  flowers 

At  the  call  of  lovely  May  — 
Can  we  better  use  their  beauty 

Than  for  Decoration  Day? 
Twining  them  with  memories  tearful 

For  the  brave  we  ne'er  shall  view. 
Strew  them  with  a  hand  impartial 

Over  graves  of  "  Gray  and  Blue." 

Not  a  day  of  glad  rejoicing. 

Not  a  day  for  jubilee, 
But  to  call  back  saddest  memory 

Of  a  dear-bought  victory, 
"Tis  a  day  to  warn  our  children 

Of  the  wrong  and  blinded  pride 
Which  brought  on  those  bloody  battles, 

Where  our  brave  young  soldiers  died. 
Tell  them  of  that  dreadful  war-time  — 

Tell  them  why  the  soldiers  died  I 

Titicing  back  this  saddest  story 

Of  our  Nation's  rugged  life  — 
Past  the  victory,  past  the  glory  — 

Past  the  fratricidal  strife  — 
History  evermore  shall  linger 

Picturing  Slavery's  dark  stains, 
When  a  people  God  created 

Languished,  manacled  in  chains  t 

Dreadful  came  the  retribution 

Over  all  our  country  w^ide, 
Slavery  fell  in  bloody  carnage  — 

And  'twas  thus  the  soldiers  died  ! 
Freedom  came  with  death  and  weeping, 

And  the  thousand  nameless  graves 
Hide  our  long-remembered  brothers. 


100 


PUATKOKM  PKAIILS. 


! 


Where  no  rose  or  willow  waves, 
Thousands  lie  'neatli  wild-wood  blossom, 

Wet  by  tears  of  Heaven's  sweet  rain, 
Some  we  strew  with  rosy  garlands, 

But  for  others  seek  in  vain  1 

Forward  looking  toward  the  future 

Down  the  vista  grand,  of  years, 
Still  in  power  and  greatness  growing, 

Shall  our  country  drv  her  tears. 
Other  conquests  are  before  us, 

Other  tyranny  to  match  — 
Other  long  and  weary  marches, 

Forts  to  hold,  and  beacons  watch. 
We  have  fields  for  moral  warfare 

Calling  forth  the  brave  anil  bold, 
Can  we  sleep  while  giant  errors 

Half  our  liberties  withliold? 
Ignorance  sways  aui^ng  the  niillions  ; 

Ruins  intrenched,  oui  homes  around  1 
And  opinions  false  and  cruel, 

Chain  so  many  to  tlie  groimd  ! 

Ye  who  bear  the  name  of  Christian, 

Ye  whose  lips  His  name  invoke, 
Be  not  lulled  by  martial  music. 

Look  behind  ambition's  cloak ; 
Gospels  teach,  and  truth  is  dawiiing  — 

Peace  some  day  shall  surely  reign. 
When  shall  grim  war's  awful  visage 

Cease  to  gloat  o'er  thousands  slain  ? 

Haste  the  day  when  ceases  carnage, 

When  our  flag's  red  stripes  shall  fade. 
Swords  for  plowshares,  tears  for  gladness, 

Man,  one  brotherhood  be  made  t 
Haste  the  day  which  Seer  and  Poet 

See  in  visions  sweet  afar  — 
When  the  Church  shall  dig  and  cover 

The  red  grave  of  the  monster  War ! 

When  the  Nations,  all  enlightened. 

Arbitrate  their  rights  and  wrongs, 
When  all  peoples,  tribes,  and  races, 


tute 


ves, 

d  blossom, 
ireet  rain, 
uids, 

uture 
ars, 

rowing, 
lars, 


>8, 

vatch, 

fare 

bold, 

irs 

? 

nilHons ; 

28  around  t 

idl 

■istian, 
roke, 
ic, 
ak; 

iwiiing  — 
y  reign, 
I  visage 
ids  slain  ? 

imftge, 
\  shall  fade, 
for  gladness, 
lade  t 
dPoet 

jiid  cover 
ter  War ! 

itened, 
wrongs, 
1  races, 


Platform  Pkahlb. 


191 


Celebrate  the  day  with  songb. 
Work  then  ever  brave  and  faithful. 

Pray  ~  our  prayers  are  full  of  power  ; 
God  but  waits  for  men  to  waken 

To  bring  forth  that  happy  hour. 

—  Thoa.  H.  Burgess. 

145.     E.IBEBTY. 

StrMige,  there  should  be  so  many  opinions  about  ;>  subject 
that  has  but  one  side. 

Strange,  there  should  be  so  many  ideas  as  to  lohat  consii- 
tates  personal  liberty. 

'O  Liberty!  "cried  the  French  martyr,  Madame  Roland, 
a*  she  was  being  dragged  to  the  guiUotine  by  the  drunken 
mob,  "O,  Liberty  !  what  crimes  are  committed  in  thy  sacred 

name  1 "  ^  ,  u  „„_„i 

It  is  in  this  sacred,  but  protaned  name,  and  for  Euch  carni- 
vals of  crime  as  those  that  deluged  Paris  with  the  blood  of  its 
citizens,  that  the  dram  shops  of  Ajnerica  are  fitting  the  minds 
and  the  hearts  of  the  people  of  to-day.  O,  sacred  name  of 
Liberty  I  What  tho  our  fathers  wrote  it  in  martyr  giaves 
all  over  this  land  and  plucked  down  the  stars  of  Heaven  to  em- 
blazon it  upon  their  banners  ;  what  tho  our  eagles  cry  it  from 
every  mountain  peak,  and  bear  it  on  their  rushing  wings 
through  all  the  boundless  skies,  these  lands  with  hps  of  blood, 
those  skies  with  tongues  of  fire,  proclaim  our  perfidy  ;  they 
upbraid  our  national  hypocrisy  and  guilt. 

Here  in  the  midst  of  our  boasted  civilization,  beneath  our 
Rag  of  stars  and  stripes,  a  million  poor  inebriates,  slaves  ofin- 
temperance,  clank  their  chains  of  fire,  in  hopeless,   awful 

^^And  yet,  this  miUion  of  enslaved  inebriates  wield  the  free- 
man'"  baUot,  control  the  elections,  and  rule  this  nation.  They 
are  bought  and  sold  like  Javee  in  the  market.  Corrruption 
runs  riot  at  the  ballot-box,  in  the  halls  of  legislation,  and  in- 
vades even  the  sanctuary  of  Justice. 

The  dram  shop  to^iay  is  the  supreme  poUtical  power  ;  and 
before  it  rulers  and  people,  parties  and  politicians,  bow  the 
knee  of  homage,  and  base  subserviency.  The  h^ena  ^ 
tired  of  weeping  over  tiie  crimes  and  miseries  caused  by  ^e 
Uquor  traflBc ;  0 1  if  we  still  fold  our  arms,  and  linger,  and 


n 


198 


Platform  Pbahlh. 


pauHe,  and  heHiUtc,  ami  wait  -  il  would  Heem  that  iho  vi-ry 
(lead  themsclveH.  the  buried  and  the  martyrwl  victims  of  the 
liquor  traffic,  would  rend  th'ir  si'pulcherH,  and  do  this  work 

I'lir  us. 

Rut  there  are  those  who  arc  trying  to  do  thin  work;  tlicy 
constitute  the  Salvation  Army  of  the  temperance  cause.  And 
hecause  others  are  shirking  their  duties  so  is  the  work  of  these 
brave  soldiers  all  the  harder  iu  accomplish.  And  you  would 
sometimes  think,  by  the  obstacles  that  are  placed  in  our  v/ay, 
b-  foes  from  without  and  within,  that  wc  were  trying  to  bring 
about  Bome  grer.c  evil,  instead  of  the  work  of  love  and  reform, 
for  "  Go  J  aiui  home  and  native  land." 

Ou:/  cause  is  a  noble  one;  it  is  a  worthy  one,  and  it  iBlmnnd 

to  uin. 

The  principles  for  which  we  are  contendmg  are  laid  deep 
in  the  hearts  of  its  defenders.  A  noble  structure  is  being 
raised,  its  architect  is  philanthropy,  its  foundation  walls  rest 
in  the  hearts  and  souls  of  the  people.  Day  by  day  its  waUs  nae 
higher  and  higher  — the  good,  the  noble,  and  the  true,  each 
contribute  alike,  their  share  of  material  for  its  completion. 

From  the  North  to  the  South,  from  the  East  to  the  West,  a 
great  enthusiasm  is  being  created.  Soon  the  keystone  wiU  be 
set  in  the  arch,  and  it  will  tower  above  us  compltte  in  its  ma- 
jestic beauty. 

Down  d-ep  in  its  vaults  shaU  be  buried  forever,  not  treait- 
xires,  O,  no  I  but  the  tears,  the  sighs,  the  heartaches  of  broken- 
hearted wives  and  sorrowing  mothers,  with  the  wail  of  suffer- 
ing orphaned  children. 

Its  doors  shall  be  broad  enough  and  high  enough  o  admit 
all  temperance  reformers  who  desire  to  enter  therein. 

Its  windows  shall  be  as  beacon-lights  to  guide  the  weak  and 
erring  past  the  rocks  and  shoals  of  danger. 

From  its  high  tower  shall  chime  forth  a  song  of  jubilee,  and 
from  the  pinnacle  of  its  spire  shall  float  our  banner,  upon 
which  shall  be  inscribed,  as  in  letters  of  flame,  these  words  : 
"  America  freed  from  the  curse  of  rum." 

Do  you,  my  brothers,  and  do  you,  my  sisters,  wish  to  do 
your  share  in'this  great  work  ?  If  so,  lend  us  a  helping  hand  ; 
labor  and  toil  for  tliis  good  cause ;  and  you,  my  brothers,  must 
not  only  labor  and  toil,  but  on  ever^  election  day  vote  for  Pro- 
hibition, and  future  generation  will  rise  up  and  call  you 


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1(1  HPem  that  ilic  very 
jrtyred  victims  of  the 
era,  and  do  this  work 

to  do  this  work  ;  they 
mperaiice  cause.  And 
so  is  the  woik  of  theso 
jlish.  And  you  would 
are  placed  in  our  way, 
vo  were  trying  to  bring 
ark  of  love  and  reform, 

thy  one,  and  it  is  lH»tnd 

ntending  are  laid  deep 
>ble  structure  is  being 
)  foundation  walls  rest 
)ay  by  day  its  walls  rise 
ble,  and  the  true,  each 
1  for  its  completion, 
the  East  to  the  West,  a 
on  the  keystone  will  be 
us  complfcte  in  its  ma- 
rled forever,  not  treas- 
le  heartaches  of  broken- 
with  the  wail  of  suflfer- 

high  enough    o  admit 
» enter  therein. 
Is  to  guide  the  weak  and 
iger. 

rthasongof  jubilee,  and 
float  our  banner,  upon 
■8  of  flame,  these  words  : 
ft." 

my  sisters,  wish  to  do 
lend  us  a  helping  hand  ; 
1  ycm,  my  brothers,  must 
ection  day  vote  for  Pro- 
1  rise  up  and  call  you 


Pl,ATrORM  Pkaklh. 


uta 


blessed.    You  will  not  only  earn  blessings  upon  this  earth,  but 
a  rich  reward  in  the  eternity  which  iH  U»  come. 

_  Mrs.  L.  K.  tiaxley. 

1.16.    SIMON   OlillB'S  DBKAM. 

Tae  text  waH  this  :  "  Inasmuch  as  ye 

Have  done  it  to  these,  ye  have  done  it  to  me." 

Soon  Simon  slept,  for  'twas  sultry  weather. 

And  the  dream  and  the  sermon  went  on  .  get»»er. 

He  dreamed  that  he  dietl,  and  stood  at  the  gate 

Of  the  outer  court,  where  the  angels  wait 

For  those  who  hear  the  glad  "  Well  done," 

And  can  enter  the  realms  of  the  Holy  One. 

While  Simon  waited,  and  wondered  if  he 

Had  forgotten  the  password,  or  lost  the  key, 

A  voice  above  him  said,  loud  and  clear, 

"  Do  you  know  you  must  bring  your  witnesses  here  t 

"  Of  witnesses  there  are  many,"  said  he, 
"My  brethren  and  neighbors  will  all  speak  for  me, 
But  the  brethren  and  neighbors  came  not  near. 
And  he  heard  only  a  whinny,  familiar  and  clear. 
An'    ^'d  Qray  Foot,  the  horse,  stood  just  at  his  right, 
Whi     ;\round  on  the  other  side,  just  coming  in  sight, 
Was  a  c-owd  of  dumb  creatures  so  forlorn  and  so  poor 
That  the  angel  wept  as  he  opened  the  door. 
Then  Simon  grew  pale,  and,  trembl'nf'vith  fear. 

Said,  "  Oh  !  why  are  not  some  of  the  brethren  here  ? 

Pray  wait,  prav  wait,  they'll  surely  come." 

'Twas  Gray  Foi)t  that  spoke  then,  and  Simon  was  dumb : 

"  On  wintry  nights  I've  stood  in  my  stall. 

When  the  cold  winds  blew  through  the  cracks  m  the  wall, 

Till  every  joint  and  sinew  and  bone 

Seemed  frozen  and  dead  as  the  coldest  stone. 

"  I've  shivered  the  dreary  time  away, 
With  c  ly  some  of  the  poorest  hay, 
Then  put  to  work  with  shout  and  blow. 
So  hungry  and  faint  I  could  scarcely  go." 
Then  old  Brindle  came,  and  with  soft  brown  eyes 
Fixed  on  he.-  m'-^-r  in  sad  surprise, 
18 


IM 


rrORM   I'KAKLM. 


Told  a  pitiful  tale  of  BtaiTation  and  cold, 
And  how  he  had  sold  her  food  for  gold. 

The  poor  sheep  told  their  f tory,  too, 

Of  bitter  v.rongB  Uielr  whole  life  through  ; 

Turned  out  in  cold  and  stormy  weather, 

To  starve  and  freeze  and  cry  together. 

They  were  lowly  criee.  but  they  turned  to  prayerH, 

And,  floating  upward,  had  restetl  there, 

Close  by  the  ear  of  Him  who  says, 

"  I  will  hear  the  cries  of  my  poor  always." 

The  old  house-tlog,  tho  treated  ili,  ^ 

Came  near,  and  fawned  on  his  mastei  still, 

Because  the  love  those  dumb  things  knos; 

l8  more  than  human,  more  faithful,  more  true. 

Then  conscience  woke  like  some  torpid  thin^ 

That  is  brought  to  life  by  the  sun  in  spring, 

And  laHli.'d  and  stung  him  like  poisoned  thoiigH, 

As  memory  brought  him  his  train  of  wrongH. 

Forgetting  nothing  of  word  or  deed. 

Of  cruel  blows  or  selfish  greed. 

His  cruelly-treated  friends  that  were  dumb, 

Would  they  follow  him  on  through  the  ages  to  cine  t 

Must  he  see  them  forever,  gaunt,  hungry,  and  cold  t 

For  "  Time  and  eternity  never  grow  old." 

How  oft  in  dumb  pleading  they'd  ask  a  caress 

From  hands  that  had  beaten  them  I  Ah  I  yes. 

He  remembered  it  all,  and  it  stung  him  to  know 

That  their  pleading  had  ever  been  met  with  a  blow. 

Oh  1  could  he  live  over  the  life  that  was  past, 

And  leave  out  its  sins,  to  stand  here  at  last 

With  a  soul  that  wa«  white,  for  a  happier  fate. 

Was  it  conscience  that  whispered,  "Too  late,  too  late  1 

He'd  cruelly  passed  o'er  life's  narrowing  track, 

Till  remorse  claimed  its  own  -for  that  never  turns  back  ; 

And  sins  scarce  remembered,  remembered  too  late. 

Grew  black  as  he  saw  them  from  heaven's  barred  gate. 

'Twas  in  vain  that  he  strove  to  speak,  to  say 

Those  sweet  old  words,  "  Forgive,  I  pray." 


Tl 


Platform  Pkarlh. 


Itt5 


sold, 
Id. 

ough; 
tier, 

ir. 

led  to  praypre, 

(vay8." 

ei  still, 
knov7 
,  more  true. 

rpid  thinK 
I  spring, 
oned  thongH, 
(f  wrongH. 


re  dumb, 

the  agea  to  come  V 
ungry,  and  cold  'I 
V  old." 

isk  a  caress 
!  Ah  I  yes, 
;  him  to  know 
met  with  a  blow. 

t  vas  past, 

re  at  last 

happier  fate, 

"Too  late,  too  late  1" 

owing  track, 
■  that  never  turns  back  ; 
embered  too  late, 
iieaven's  barred  gate. 

eak,  to  say 
,  I  pray." 


Sin's  lust  Biul  cry  ;  he  wa«  silent  there ; 

He  was  dun»b  with  such  woful  np««d  of  prayer. 

Then  voic-PH  HPPinod  floatinn  on  every  hrwxe : 

■•  Ye  did  it  to  theHP.     Ye  did  it  to  thpse. 

Oo  hence,  be  homelesH.  go  starve  a!ul  fn*/.e  ; 

Ye  did  it  to  these.     Ye  did  it  to  tlu»se. 

..  And  when  you  are  faint  and  weary  with  wo. 

You  will  HtiU  hear  the  shout,  y.m  will  still  feel  the  Wo^, 

While  a  voice  from  which  you  shall  ne'er  be  free 

Will  whisi)pr  beside  you,  '  Ye  did  it  to  me. 

But  hark  !  What  mclotly  over  him  rolls? 

Uo  the  angels  sing  retiuiems  over  lost  souls? 

His  last  hoi)e  had  fled.    In  an  agony  new 

He  awoke  —  to  ttnd  himself  safe  in  his  pew. 

What  his  dumb  friends  thought,  none  ever  knew 

When  f(XKl  was  plenty  and  blows  were  few  ; 
But  the  teacher  who  follows  us  ever,  it  bv^ems, 
Gives  his  strongest  lessons,  sometimes,  m  dreams, 
Uemember,  dear  friends,  that  the  lii«  that  are  dumb. 
May  be  those  that  will  speak  when  our  tmie  shall  come 
To  stand  at  the  entrance  and  watch  and  wait 
For  the  angel  to  open  or  close  the  gate.  r„„™„7 

_  Western  Humane  Journal. 


I 


147.    "ABOIT  BKN  ADHKIW" 

(A  CONTINUATION  OF  LEIGH  HUNT'S  POEM.) 

Abou  Ben  Adhem,  wise  with  life's  increase, 

Awoke  one  night  -not  from  a  dream  of  peace, 

For  sorely  on  his  faithful  spirit  weighed 

The  pangs  of  all  the  creatures  God  had  made ; 

And  worst,  man's  power  abused,  man's  charge  betrayed. 

He  listened,  till  it  seemed  the  very  stone 

To  shame  man's  cruel  hardness,  made  its  moan. 

But  vain  the  speechless,  agonized  appeal. 

While  sage  and  saint  seek  only  human  weal. 

Then  to  the  watcher,  sad  for  human  blame. 

The  Angel  with  the  Record,  tempting,  came ; 

Who  stood  and  said  :  "  Dost  thou  not  envy  then. 

These,  who  have  loved  and  served  their  feUow-men  ( 


ise 


I'LATFOHM  PKARIJI. 


Ik'ii  Adhetn  wiw  a  lonn  »twl  Hhlnlng  roll ; 

llfTCH-M  luul  Martyrn.  Proiiliiits  of  tho  wml, 

Oroat  PreacluTH,  StiiteHriu-n  inoldiiiK  fn'fdoni'fi  Uwn, 

And  KTand  lU-forinere.  briive  in  dutyM  cauw^ 

••All  tlu.m»,"  Huid  Adhem,  "thcHe  have  wrought  and  planned 

For  man  already  rich  in  brain  and  hand. 

Who  pleadM  for  Ihowe  whom  few  can  iinderBtand  — 

Our  dear  dumb  hrotheni,  piteous-eyed  and  meek ,' 

O,  that  I  were  the  tongue  for  them  to  Hpeak  ! 

Nay,  not  for  me  let  Fame  her  laurels  bind, 

Nor  faith  her  i)alms  ;  but,  if  thou  wilt  h»  kind, 

Write  me  aa  one  who  fain  would  choose  his  lot 

With  those  whom  man  despised  and  Heaven  forgot ; 

Who  found  in  fields  and  woods  his  friendly  teachers, 

And  ever  loved  his  lowliest  fellow  creatures." 

The  Angel  wrote  and  vanished.    The  next  night 
lie  came  and  showed,  high  on  his  roll  of  light. 
The  names  of  those  who  served  their  own  race  best ; 
And  lo  !    Ben  Adhem's  name  led  all  the  rest. 

—  Caroline  Spencii: 


148. 


A   liKTTKB  BXBBCISK. 

[In  Coticert.] 
We've  a  story  to  tell  you  to-night,  dear  friends, 

A  story  so  strange  and  sad. 
We  shall  speU  you  the  name  of  a  well-known  thing 

That  is  dangerous,  cruel,  and  bad. 
We  wish  we  might  tell  you  of  pleaaanter  things, 

Or  say  that  this  curse  is  not  here, 
But  such  ruin  and  sorrow,  such  danger  and  pain. 

Oh  how  can  we  silently  bear. 
[Separately.] 

S  is  for  Sorrow,  Shame,  and  Sin 
That  come  with  tb>j  use  of  strong  drink  — 

Or  it  stands  for  Sob€  r.  Safe,  and  Sound  — 
Now,  which  is  the  ..c  ,t,  do  you  think? 

A  is  the  aching  of  mothers'  hearts 
As  they  see  their  boys  destroyed. 


PSARMk 


w? 


I*. 

KlUl, 

rri'tHlora'n  Iawh, 

)  wrought  au(i  plnniiud 

iiiulerHtand  — 
I  (iiid  ua'ek ,' 
I  H|H>ak  I 
bind, 
t  l)e  kind, 
OHe  luB  lot 
Heaven  forgot ; 
iendly  tcacherH, 
eatures." 

>  next  night 
il  of  light, 
own  race  best ; 
the  rest. 

—  Caroline  Spencer. 


XERCIHK. 

•1 

t,  dear  friends. 

El  well-known  thing 
bad. 

leasanter  things, 
lere, 
danger  and  pain, 

/■] 

1 

rong  drink  — 

i Sound  — 

lU  think  y 

irts 
-ed. 


Or  A  Ib  the  Appetite  binding  the  nlave 
Ere  he  learns  strong  drink  t<>  avoid. 

L  is  for  Liv<«  by  Lhpior  Ijiid  liOW  — 

By  thousands  and  tl>ousands  tln>y  fall, 
Or  L  is  the  Licens«<  to  do  this  foul  wn)nK. 

To  murder,  to  rob,  to  doei)oil. 

O  is  for  Orphans  whoso  fathers  have  died 

IJecauw  they  drank  legali/.od  rum. 
O  is  Oppression  in  this  our  fair  land, 

Destroying  our  friends  and  our  home. 

O  is  Opinion  about  this  thing  — 

But  what  is  it  worth,  tell  me,  pray. 
Unless  we  are  earnest  to  act  an  we  think 

And  try  to  put  evil  away  ? 

N  is  the  Nation,  a  partner  to-day 

In  this  worst  of  all  evils  wo  know. 
Accepting  the  bribe  of  a  share  of  the  gold 

That  is  made  by  this  business  so  low. 

N  means  for  Noble  men  Now  to  say  No ! 

To  say  No  1  to  the  iKjisoaous  slop. 
To  say  No  !  to  the  man  who  permission  would  ask 

To  open  an  alcohol  shop. 

[In  Concert.] 
8-A-L-O-O-N  is  the  hateful  word. 

We  have  read  it  uiwn  the  street, 
'Tis  a  business  place,  like  a  dry  goods  store, 

With  its  sign  all  painted  neat. 

But  our  mothers  have  taught  us  truly  and  well 

'Tis  a  business  of  wrong  and  death  — 
Tho  protected  by  law  like  any  good  thing. 

There's  a  gulf  of  dark  ruin  beneath. 
V/e've  learned,  too,  that  votes  are  what  keep  the  saloons— 

We  wish  that  the  children  could  vote. 
We'll  show  where  saloons  then  would  speedily  go, 

Right  where  they  belong,  underfoot. 

We  can  stamp  out  this  miserable  business 
If  we  want  to  and  try  to,  we  know  ; 


IL 


r" 


198 


Platkobm  Pkabls. 


That  is,  you  can,  dear  friends  — 
We  will  pray  while  you  vote  ; 
Won't  you  say,  ''  ^"he  saloon  munt  go  1 


—  Ei^a  JoniH. 


149.    A  1.ITTI.E  OIBIi'8  ADVKIB. 

I  am  but  a  little  girl. 

Very  small  and  weak  ; 
But  I'm  going  now  to  try 

One  small  piece  to  speak. 

Just  a  little  tiny  verse, 

Maybe  they  are  two  — 
Anyway  I  promise  this  : 

I  won't  tire  you. 

This  is  what  I  have  to  say, 

Do  the  tiling  that's  right ; 
That  which  you  believeto  be 

Pleasing  in  God's  sight. 
Leave  results  to  Him,  He  knows 

What  is  wise  and  best ; 
Do  your  duty,  do  it  now,  ,  .      „.       , 

Trust  Him  for  the  rest.        -  Union  Signal. 


150.    ©ETTING  AT  THE  ROOT. 

It  has  gone  out  of  fashion  to  abuse  saloon-keepers,  to  rail 
a^L^he  inanity  of  the  liquor  traffic  and  tell  blood-curdling 
STs  of  the  LZ  acts  of  drunken  men.  There  is  no  plu^^ 
phy  in  ^t.  Temperance  workers  have  grown  weary  of  lopping 
Se  branches'^nd  cutting  away  the  leaves  o  the  upas^ee 
of  strong  drmk,  and  are  beginning  to  dig  for  us  roots.  These 
are Tind  creeping  in  every  direction.  Part  have  wound  thein- 
LlvraroundL  national  capitol  at  Washington  -^  t^e  ^eg- 
Sative  haUs  of  every  state  ;  part  have  run  ba^k  to  the  »iome 
iJlnto  society,  and  part,  alas !  have  coiled  themselves  tightly 
about  the  pillars  of  the  church. 

While  riding  over  Toronto  once  with  a  party  of  friends,  oiu 
dri^who  wa's  a  witty  Irishman,  stopped  the  c^mge  a^a 
certaiA  point  and  said :    "  Here  are  four  come^_     On  the  to 
is  a  coUege,  on  the  second  is  a  church,  on  the  thurd  is  the  Par 
Uament  building,  and  on  the  last  is  a  saloon.    They  are  called 


Platform  Pkabls. 


199 


.B. 


tgof" 

—  Eva  JoncK. 

,'8  ADVKIB. 


eak. 


say, 
ight ; 
e  to  be 

He  knows 

>8t ; 

3W, 

est. 


—  Union  Signal. 


THE  BOOT. 

buse  saloon-keepers,  to  rail 
iffic  and  t«ll  blood-curdling 
imen.  There  is  no  pliiloso- 
re  grown  weary  of  lopping 
;he  leaves  of  the  upas  tree 
to  dig  for  its  roots.  These 
ti.  Part  have  wound  them- 
kt  Washington  and  the  leg- 
lave  run  back  to  the  home 
ve  coiled  themselves  tightly 

with  a  party  of  friends,  our 
I,  stopped  the  carriage  at  a 
B  four  comers.  On  the  first 
rch,  on  the  third  is  the  Par- 
3  a  saloon.    They  are  called 


respectively:    Education,  Salvation,  Legislation,  and  Damna- 
tion''   Those  four  comers  are  near  neighbors  in  more  places 
than  Toronto,  and  the  saloon  comer  is  the  most  popular  and 
powerful  of  all.    Without  doubt,  the  liquor  traffic  is  the  m«>st 
potent  factor  in  modern  civilization.     How  has  it  gamed  its 
strength  ?    Through  the  license  system.    It  has  been  legalized 
and  made  a  legitimate  institution.   The  clink  of  gold  has  dead- 
ened the  consciences,  blinded  the  eyes,  silenced  the  tongues,  and 
palsied  the  hands  of  the  sons  of  men.    By  such  treacherous 
logic  it  deceives  -he  best  of  citizens  and  makes  them  enter 
into  a  compromise  that  kUls  their  principle  and  transforms 
them  mto  slaves.    A  great  deal  is  said  about  Prohibition  faihng 
to  prohibit.  We  have  never  had  a  full  prohibitory  law  yet,  and 
never  shall  have  until  congress  unites  with  the  people  to  secure 
one     Instead  of  license  checking  the  consumption  of  liquor,  it 
increases  its  volume  many  fold  by  the  cloak  of  respectability 
that  it  gives  the  traffic,  by  establishing  its  position  in  busmess 
life  and  by  drawing  the  liquor  dealers  of  the  state  and  nation 
int«^  a  mighty  combination  that  constitutes  the  leading  mon- 
eyed and  political  power  of  the  land,  rendering  it  almost  in- 
vincible.   Prohibition  for  the  states  is  made  null  and  void  by 
the  protection  that  the  National  Government  gives  the  hquor 
traffic ;  by  the  shipment  of  liquor  from  state  to  state,  the  issu- 
ance of  permits,  and  the  importation  of  liquor  from  foreign 

countries.  .  „         ,     .  .    j 

Away  with  such  a  system  of  license.  Its  folly  and  wicked- 
ness should  be  our  shame,  as  they  ahready  are  our  rum  Let 
us  stand  for  a  rational,  clean-cut,  patriotic  policy  of  destra- 
tion  for  the  destroyer  and  protection  for  the  home. 

—  Belle  Kearney. 


151. 


9IOTHEBS  WHO  WBAB  THE  RIBBON  WHITE. 

Mothers  who  wear  the  ribbon  white, 
Longing  to  keep  the  hearthstone  bright, 
Yearning  to  make  the  home  so  fair 
That  nothing  evil  can  enter  there  — 
Dearer,  oh,  dearer  than  hfe  to  you 
Is  the  beautiful  boy  with  eyes  so  true. 
Oh,  could  you  only  keep  him  so  — 
Sweet  as  violets  —  pure  as  snow  ! 


'Ma 


Platrorm  Pkabls. 


Mothers  who  wear  the  ribbon  white, 

A  dainty  daughter  is  yours  to-night, 

A  wee,  little,  soft-eyed,  clinging  girt, 

Pure  and  fair  as  the  rarest  pearl, 

Innocent-hearted,  free  from  guile  — 

But  oh,  she  is  yours  such  a  little  while  ! 

C!ould  you  but  keep  her  as  she  is  now. 

With  the  innocent  eyes  and  the  truthful  brow  I 

Mothers  who  wear  the  ribbon  white 

Are  we  in  earnest  in  this  great  tight? 

Are  we  believing  that  good  will  come 

If  only  our  part  of  the  work  be  done? 

Oh,  are  we  striving  as  strive  we  should 

With  all  the  power  of  womanhood, 

Pleading  in  prayer,  and  laboring,  too, 

ThTthe  world  may  grow  honest  and  good  and  true? 

He  who  has  promised  His  blessing  will  give  — 
He  who  suffered  that  we  might  live- 
He  who  took  to  His  pitying  breast. 
Those  long-ago  children  so  wondrously  blest  — 
Ask  it  in  faith  and  only  believe 
And  strength  for  the  burden  the  soul  shall  receive  1 
Oh,  mothers  who  cherish  the  ribbon  so  white, 
TiB  coming  t  'tis  coming  !  the  triumph  of  right. 

—  Harriet  Francene  Crocker. 


ISa,    liBAD  THK  BO  v. 

Of  a  loving  household  band 

He's  the  joy ; 
Father,  may  thy  guiding  hand 

Lead  the  boy. 
He's  the  child  of  hope  and  prayer ; 
From  the  wily  tempter's  snare. 
From  the  depth  of  dark  despair, 

Lead  the  boy. 

Of  a  loving  mother's  heart 

He's  tiie  pride ; 
Father,  may  no  cruel  dart 

Hope  deride ; 
Let  no  evil  enter  in 


/ 


Platform  Pkakls. 


aoi 


hite, 
ight, 

5  girl' 

I, 

ile  — 

}  while  1 

snow, 

3  truthful  brow  I 

rhite 

tight? 

1  come 

done? 

E)  should 

lood, 

ig,  too, 

}6t  and  good  and  true? 

jing  will  give  — 

it  live  — 

-oast, 

ndrously  blest  — 

e 

he  soul  shall  receive  1 

ribbon  so  white, 

I  triumph  of  right. 

rriet  Francene  Crocker. 

[K  BOY. 
jand 

ighand 

and  prayer ; 
's  snare, 
k  despair, 

eart 
iart 


To  defile  his  heart  with  sin. 
Keep  him  pure  and  white  within, 
Lead  the  boy. 

May  the  memory  of  home 

Ne'er  depart, 
Round  the  fireside  altar  cling 

Loving  heart. 
In  the  future  years  to  come 
As  he  wanders  far  from  home 
Guard  him  through  Ufe's  joiurney  lone. 

Lead  the  boy. 

From  the  wine-cup's  ruddy  glow— 

Fleeting  joy, 
Where  the  poison  lurks  within. 

To  destroy ; 
From  the  shrouded  path  of  gloom, 
From  the  drunkard's  fearful  doom, 
From  the  shadows  of  the  tomb 

Lead  the  boy. 

And  when  life  is  ended  here 

Safe  at  last, 
Free  from  earthly  strife  and  sin 

May  he  pass ; 
To  the  higher  realms  above. 
Where,  redeemed  by  thy  dear  love, 
Saved  at  last  our  prayers  will  prove — 

Lead  the  boy. 

V 


163.   COW8CIKNCB  CHY8TAI.I.I«BI».* 

There  is  a  medium  of  exchange  that  is  more  important  to  a 
country  than  its  money. 

It  is  light,  precious,  untamiflhable,  and  indestructible.  It 
may  be  lost  but  not  spent,  stolen,  sweated,  hoarded,  cornered, 
or  counterfeited.  It  is  uninflatable,  it  was  never  known  to  be 
at  a  premium,  it  is  incapable  of  discount  —  inexorably  par.  It 
is  always  equal  to  the  volume  of  trade.    It  is  adapted  equally 

*FromaddreM  at  Uie  Prohibition  NaUonal  Convention  In  Plttebuig,  Pa., 
HayieMSW. 


M 


i 


5'  > 


.-^  Platform  Pkarls. 

not  be  degraded  to  a  commodity,  the  one  unBhnnkable  asset 
^'Butr^ience  can  be  crystaUi^ed  only  about  a  Cact  it. 
never  viBible  in  a  mere  theory,  and  «> -«  ^^^?,^j^J"   ^e 
iBBue"  from  the  start,  it  must  be  an  "°«\«*>*^"*' j^^'^^^i^  ^l 

Kthi^,    economics,   sociology,    crimmology,    physiology 
agreed.    No  vo^r-e  defended  it. 

What  shall  our  issue  be  ? 

There  is  but  one  possible. 

Read  it  on  the  banners  yonder. 

Read  it  in  the  faces  of  these  women. 

Read  it  in  the  resolutions  of  the  church. 

Read  it  in  the  statutes. 

Read  it  in  the  Supreme  Court  reports. 

Read  it  in  the  hospitals. 

RAfld  it  in  the  madhouses. 

Sid  iJ  Z  the  prison  bars  whence  bleared  and  hopeless  eyes 

look  out  to  haunt  you. 

Read  it  in  the  potter's  field. 

Read  it  everywhere.  , 

Oh,  friends  1  I  see  in  your  eyes  a  look  that  never  came  o 
thinking  of  gold  or  silver  or  tariflf  or  party.  Your  own  faces 
^nfe^  mySrgument.  Your  own  hearts  are  saym,  that  we 
Zm  to  mar^lnto  this  campaign,  no  ragged  ba.iahons  of 
SSLte  with  a  dozen  flags,  but  all  together,  close  order,  qmck 
time,  forw  ird  to  the  glory  of  God  the  Father ! 

—  John  a.  Woolley. 


he  highest  security  for 
ppertains  alike  to  busi- 
1.    If  it  be  used  by  a 
measuring  power,  the 
ikes  itself  the  exclusive 
jver  fiat  may  forbid  the 
thing,  albeit  unminted 
itocrat  of  values  for  all 
for  eternity. 
I  of  humanity  that  can 
ne  unshrinkable  asset  of 

only  about  a  fact,  it  is 
30  we  have  to  have  "an 

undebatable  fact.    We 

hand.  The  church  lirnl 
in.   The  law  had  branded 

declared  it  a  nuisance, 
inology,    physiology    all 


lurch. 
>rts. 

1  bleared  and  hopeless  eyes 


a  look  that  never  came  of 
)r  party.  Your  own  faces 
hearts  are  saying  that  we 
n,  no  ragged  baitaUons  of 
together,  close  order,  quick 
lie  Father  t 

—  John  a.  Woolley. 


Platform  Pkari.s. 


S&T 


154.    A   PEOPLE'S  VOICK.* 

Men  of  Columbia !  where's  the  manly  spirit 

Of  the  true-hearted  and  the  unahackled  gone  V 
Sons  of  old  freemen,  do  we  but  inherit 
Their  names  alone  ? 

Is  the  old  Pilgrim  spirit  quenched  within  us , 

Stoops  the  strong  manhood  of  our  souls  so  low. 
That  Mammon's  lure  or  Party's  wile  can  win  us 
To  silence  now? 

What  1  shall  the  statesman  forge  his  unseen  fetters, 

Shall  the  false  jurist  righteous  laws  deny. 
And  in  the  church,  their  proud  and  skilled  abettors 
Make  truth  a  lie  ? 

Torture  the  pages  of  the  hallowed  Bible, 

To  sanction  crime  and  robbery  and  blood, 
And  in  the  Rum  King's  hateful  service,  libel 
Both  man  and  God  ? 

Shall  fair  Columbia  stand  erect  no  longer, 

But  stoop  in  chains  upon  her  downward  way, 
Thicker  to  gather  on  her  limbs  and  stronger 
Day  after  day  ? 

O  no  ;  methinks  from  all  her  wild  green  mountains. 

From  valleys  where  her  slumbering  fathers  lie, 
From  stately  cities,  broad  streams,  welling  fountains, 
And  clear  blue  sky  — 

From  each  and  all,  if  God  hath  not  forsaken 

Our  land,  and  left  us  to  an  evil  choice. 
Loud  as  the  summer  thunderbolt  shall  waken 
A  People's  voice. 

O,  let  that  voice  go  forth  t    The  bondman  sighing 

For  long-lost  freedom  from  Drink's  galling  chain, 
Shall  feel  the  hope,  within  his  bosom  dying, 
Revive  again. 

Let  it  go  forth  1    The  millions  who  are  gazing 

Sadly  upon  us  from  afar,  shall  smile. 
And  unto  God  devout  thanksgiving  raisinp, 
Bless  us  the  while. 


*By  penniBsion  of  Hoagbton,  Mifflin  &  Co. 


O,  for  your  ancient  freedom,  pure  and  holy, 

For  the  deliverance  of  a  groaning  earth, 
For  Liquor's  victims,  bleeding,  crushed,  ani  lowly; 

Let  it  go  forth  1 
Sons  of  the  best  of  fathers  1  wiU  you  falter 

With  all  they  left  you  periled  and  at  stake? 
Ho  1  once  again  on  Freedom's  holy  altar 

The  fire  awake ! 
Prayer-strengthened  for  the  trial,  come  together. 

Put  on  the  harness  for  the  temperance  fight. 
And  with  the  blessing  of  your  Heavenly  Father, 
Maintain  the  Right ! 

-Adapted  from  J.  O.  Whittwr. 


166.    A  FATHKB8  WOK-HW  BESPON8IBIWTir. 

A  father  recently  called  upon  me  to  labor  -ith  his  drunke" 
son,  and,  if  possible,  to  persuade  him  mto  a  sober  l^fe.  Tto 
hik  of  hisTather,  and  that  of  his  good  wafe,  have  rapidly 
whitened  under  the  grief  and  disappointment  caused  by  the 
r^tlhat  their  eldest  bom  is  a  confirmed  and,  apparently,  hope- 

'"^itot'f'no  more  delightful  or  Christian  home  tlv^  that 
of  this  friend.  A  devoted  and  domestic  mother  has  BPent  her 
Jest  years  for  her  sons,  but,  alas,  this  sorrow.  EveYthing  that 
^LZZ  and  medical  skUl  could  do  has  been  tried  to  refojxn 
Sis  loved  one,  but  to  no  avail.  After  the  h^Pejf,*^^^^^^^ 
cure,  which  was  the  last  effort  made,  was  shattered,  the  father 

%yCyTas.  "  No.  sir.  I  can  do  nothing  for  your  boy     I 
nreS  laboring  with  ymi,  the  responsible  party."    The  father 
Sote^tuh  amazement,  and  said :  '•  Labor  with  me  I  you  know 
i^m  a  strict  teetotaler  and  not  a  drop  «' j'^^^^^^'fj'^  J J^ 
been  permitted  in  our  household;  the  boy  never  learned  to 
Sc^t   home.     It   haB  been   the   saloon,   with   ite    open 
do^that  has  ruined  James."    "Certainly."!  replied,  "it 
Z  open  saloon  that  has  done  this  deadly  work.    But  are  you 
not  responsible  for  these  open  doors,  so  far  as  you  have  the 
power  to  be?    The  saloon  exists  because  of  license  laws,  aiid 
Z^  have  voted  for  men  to  make  these  laws^  Of  course,  where 
Ihere  are  saloons,  there  must  be  drunken  boys.    Have  we  not 


and  holy, 

g  earth, 

ished,  an  1  lowly; 

ou  falter 
id  at  stake  ? 
y  altar 

come  together, 
lerance  fight, 
avenly  Father, 

m  J.  G.  Whittier. 

tESPONSIBIIilTY. 

labor  with  his  drunken 
into  a  sober  hfe.  The 
jod  wife,  have  rapidly 
intment  caused  by  the 
d  and,  apparently,  hope- 

jistian  home  than  that 
c  mother  has  spent  her 
orrow.  Everything  that 
las  been  tried  to  reform 
the  hope  of  the  Keeley 
was  shattered,  the  father 

othing  for  your  boy.  I 
ible  party."  The  father 
abor  with  me  !  you  know 
)  of  intoxicants  has  ever 
he  boy  never  learned  to 

saloon,  with  its  open 
•tainly,"  I  replied,  "  it  is 
irtly  work.    But  are  you 

so  far  as  you  have  the 
use  of  license  laws,  and 
elawB.  Of  course,  where 
nken  boys.    Have  we  not 


Plaitorm  Piarls. 


905 


huA  three  sets  of  candidates  nominated  for  the  legislature,  the 
^y  thtttgally  controls  this  bunincHS.  before  the  voters  of 
SJountyVmany,  many  elections  V  ^es,  one  was  a 
olS^rat,  who  publicly  declared  that  he  would  legislate  for 
urropen  saloon.  No  one  could  be  deceived  as  to  wlit  he 
luld  do  iTelected.  Another  was  a  Republican,  who  as  loudly 
;:Saimei  that  he  would  permit  the  saloons  to  -  w.th  open 
A^^  if  parh  would  pay  into  the  city  treasury  f  3.')0.     No  one 

trne^elriir^^^^^^^^^^    ^^  »''-    ^^ ^^^^^  ^  ^^Z 
tet  who  fearlessly  announced  that  if  he  gamed  a  seat   n  tins 
lal-mS  body,  he  would  make  it  a  cnme  with  ample  pun- 
•  LTiJr  to  seU  this  poison,  indiscriminately,  m  any  com- 
'^^:  ?hircandl£  is  always  selected  with  reference^to 
Hs  iety,  ability,  and  Christian  character.    He  is  alway. 
recoKnized  as  an  able  man  for  the  position.     Did  you,  gwd 
fSfTvote  for  the  man  (or  the  party)  who  promised  to  protect 
yi  toy  Instead  of  the  saloon,  the  man  who  would  have  made 
ItZTlr  your  boy  to  have  escaped  temptation,  to  have  done 
rieht  to  have  grown  into  a  sober  manhood  :> 
"'lie  father  Lked  steadily  upon  the  floor,  in  <ieep  mediU 
tion  for  a  moment,  and  said  :  "  No,  I  have  believed  tha     he 
R^^ublican  theory  of  high  license  was  the  best  solution  of  the 
saloon  question,  and  I  have  always  voted  that  ticket. 

TreE   "  Very  well,  than  do  not  complain  now  that  you 
haveadnmken  son.    You  have  sown  a  high  license  ballot,  you 
irvereapedahighlicenseboy.   I  ^now  of  no  man  in  om-^county 
better  situated  to  have  a  drunken  son  than  you  are.   You  have 
?ome"nd  wealth,  a  spirit  of  Patien-^d  chanty  ;  you  can 
^d  will  shelter  and  care  for  him  and  his  little  ^a-ily-^^^^ 
far  better  that  your  Hon  should  be  a  drunkard  than  that  the 
fSmlno^r  widow  or  of  aged  parents  dependent  upon 
"^Y    W  sCldl^by  the  way     It  is  indeed  selfish  in  you 
rleSHh: tghlicense  saloon  and  wish  that  other  «>ns 
ArnvoS  own  should  be  drunken,  and  yours  should  escape. 
SiTitTtr^ry  has  the  $250,  you  have  the  boy.  You  are  the 
SJe  rCSibTe  because  you  -  a  regular  attendant  upon 
nraver  meeting  and  church  service  and  an  officer  in  a  Chris 
tian  ch^h^^   You  have  not  sinned  without  the  light,  for  you 
have  Sthe  appeals  of  nearly  all  our  best  advocates  o   Pro- 
Sio^youhaveWdanabundanceofliteraturepla^^dinyour 

Zds,  but  apparently  to  no  avail.   You  have  made  an  idol  of 


'xa 


Platfobm  Phakls. 


party  and  your  party  legislation  has  ruined  yotir  »on  If  your 
sorrow  scourges  your  conscience,  renienibcr  it  w  Gods  way  to 
punish  those  who  violate  liis  law,  at  t'.c  iMvUotbox,  a«  else- 
wher<i,  for  "WhoBoever  plougheth  iniquity  and  soweth  un- 
righteousness, reapeth  the  same."  ,      ,  .. 

With  pale  face  and  a  sense  of  deep  humiliation,  the  father 
Bald,  "  I  never  saw  it  in  that  light  before.  I  will  ask  God  to 
forgive  me  for  my  blindness  and  hereafter  vot3  to  protect  the 
boys  instead  of  the  saltwns." 

Fathers  before  me,  look  into  the  cradles,  into  the  mnocent 
faces  of  the  rising  generation,  and  the  boys  of  larger  growtli, 
and  answer,  at  the  ballot-box.  every  election  day,  whether  it  is 
more  or  less  t-a-r-i-f-f ,  or  more  or  less  whisky  that  needs  legis- 
lative attention,  at  your  hands,  until  this  saloon  problem  is 
fuUy  settled,  and  settled  right.  -  Helen  M.  Oougar. 


ISe     THMi  WHITK  HIBBON  STAR  SPANOI-BD 
BANNKB. 

Fling  It  out  to  the  breeze  ;  let  it  tell  to  the  world 

That  the  faith  which  has  raised  it  will  never  surrender ; 
Let  it  tell  that  the  love  which  our  banner  unfurled, 

Is  the  guard  of  the  home  and  the  nation's  defender  ; 
Let  it  gleam  as  a  star,  for  the  shipwrecked  afar. 
Like  a  beacon  that  warns  of  the  treacherous  bar  ; 
Let  that  banner  of  freedom  and  purity  wave, 
Ab  a  signal  of  hope  'midst  the  perils  we  brave. 
Hold  that  banner  aloft ;  let  our  colors  be  seen 

From  Siberian  snowflelds  to  African  valleys, 
Uft  it  up  for  the  truth  ;  let  the  rays  of  its  sheen 

Drive  the  shadows  of  night  from  the  byways  and  alleys. 
Let  it  tell  to  the  lost  that  we  count  not  the  cost, 
That  our  bridges  are  burned  and  our  Rubicon  crossed  ; 
That  the  banner  of  motherlove  ever  shall  wave, 
Till  the  paths  are  made  straight  for  the  sin-burdened  slave. 

Let  it  fly  at  the  front ;  it  is  washed  in  our  tears. 
And  the  smoke  of  the  battle  increases  its  whiteness, 

Tlio  our  hearts  may  be  pierced  by  the  enemy's  spears. 
Yet  the  flow  from  our  wounds  shall  but  add  to  its  bright- 
ness. 

And  this  ensign  of  light,  it  shall  float  o'er  the  flght. 


led  yuiir  »on.  If  your 
ber  it  is  Ood'B  way  to 
u'  iMvUotbox,  as  elHC- 
[uity  and  soweth  uu- 

lumiliation,  the  father 
i?.  I  will  ask  God  to 
ter  vot3  to  protect  the 

iles,  into  the  innocent 
oys  of  larger  growth, 
L-tion  day,  whether  it  is 
•hisky  that  needs  legis- 
this  saloon  problem  is 
-  Helen  M.  Oougar. 


rAR  SPANOIiBD 

the  world 

1  never  surrender ; 

er  unfurled, 

ion's  defender ; 

ked  afar, 

jrous  bar ; 

wave, 

)  brave. 

be  seen 
valleys, 
'  its  sheen 
byways  and  alleys, 
the  cost, 
ubicon  crossed ; 
all  wave, 
5  sin-burdened  slave. 

our  tears, 

js  its  whiteness, 

enemy's  spears, 

Jl  but  add  to  its  bright- 

o'er  the  fight. 


Platkokm  Pkarlh. 


SOT 


Till  t>ur  wrongs  are  avengwl  by  the  triumph  of  right ; 

And  a  radiant  victory  at  last  it  shall  wave 

O'er  the  rnmparts  we've  Htt)rnied,  o'er  King  Alcohol's  grave. 

Swing  it  out  from  the  staff,  let  it  shadow  the  ground 

Where  the  fathers  of  liberty  sleep  'neath  the  mosses  : 
Run  it  up  o'er  the  homes  where  the  mothers  are  found 

Who  through  watches  of  anguish  are  counting  their  losses. 
In  the  tear-moistened  sod,  which  our  martyrs  have  tro«l. 
We  are  planting  it  deep  for  our  land  and  our  God. 
And  this  banner  of  world-circling  love  e'er  shall  wave 
In  the  name  of  our  Christ,  who  is  mighty  to  save. 

—  Kate  Lutitleiu 

16T.    ON   A  LKHIUH   VAH.KV  TRAIN.* 

It  was  the  morning  after  election. 

The  Lehigh  Valley  day  coach  between  New  York  and 
Buffalo  was  pretty  well  crowded,  and  naturally  the  general 
discussion  was  the  election. 

The  attention  of  the  passengers  was  attracted  to  a  clerical- 
looking  individual  who  sat  about  the  center  of  the  car  and 
who  was  talking  in  a  rather  excitedly  loud  tone  of  voice  to 
a  man  in  the  seat  just  ahead. 

The  reverend  gentleman  waa  saying : 

"  No,  sir ;  I  did  not  throw  away  my  vote,  but  you  and 
every  other  man  that  voted  the  Prohibition  ticket  did.  I  be- 
lieve in  Prohibition,  preach  for  Prohibition,  and  pray  for  Pro- 
hibition  "  ,    ^  •    *.  „ 

"  But  vote  for  whisky,"  quietly  interrupted  the  man  m  tne 

front  seat.  ,       .  .      »■    * 

"  You  insult  me,  sir  ! "  replied  the  preacher  m  a  voice  that 
startled  everybody  in  the  car,  and  at  once  all  the  passengers 
ceased  their  conversation  and  gave  their  attention  to  the 
preacher.  "No  man  shall  tell  me  in  my  face  without  being 
rebuked  that  I  vote  for  whisky.  I  have  preached  for  twenty 
years,  and  my  voice  has  always  been  for  Prohibition,  but  I  do 
not  believe  in  bringing  the  matter  into  politics.  I  have  voted 
with  my  party  for  over  twenty  years  and  don't  propose  to  throw 
away  my  vote  on  a  party  that  never  can  elect  its  candidates. 

Just  then  a  man  sitting  in  a  rear  seat,  who  had  been  an  m- 
terested  listener  to  the  discuflsion,  came  forward,  and  fastening 

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'4)8 


Platvohu  1'eahi.h. 


two  bright  black  eyes,  which  looked  out  through  a  puir  of  gokl 
eyeglaases,  on  the  preacher,  said  : 

"  Pardon  me,  sir;  did  I  understand  you  to  say  you  are  a 
preacher  ?  " 

"Yes,  sir." 

"  Tliat  you  believe  in  Prohibition?  " 

"  Yes,  sir.  I  have  preached  it  for  twenty  years,  and  I  be- 
lieve the  liquor  traffic  to  bo  the  curse  of  this  nation,  and  that 
every  rumseller  ought  to  I*  beliind  prison  burs." 

"  You  also  said  you  voteil  yesterday  for  the  candidates  of 
one  of  the  old  parties  ? " 

"  Yea,  sir ;  the  party  I  have  always  supported." 

'•  Is  your  party  in  favor  of  license  or  prohibition." 

"  I  don't  think  the  question  has  anything  to  do  with  politi- 
cal parties." 

"  Probably  not,  but  did  any  rumseller  vote  the  same  ticket 

as  you?" 
"  Oh,  yes  ;  probably  many  thousands  of  them." 
"  Do  you  think  that  a  single  rumscUer  in  the  United  States 
voted  the  prohibition  ticket  yesterday  ? " 

"  Certainly  not." 

"Why?" 

"Why?  Why,  because  thry  would  be  fools  to  support  a 
political  party  that  would,  if  it  got  into  power,  sweep  away 
their  business  into  everlasting  oblivion." 

"  Oh,  I  thought  you  said  the  question  of  Prohibition  was 
not  a  political  one.  The  rumhellers  evidently  think  it  is. 
Now,  sir,  if  a  liquor  man  who  believes  in  license,  defends 
license,  spends  money  for  it,  talks  it  and  votes  it.  would  be  a 
fool  to  vote  the  Prohibition  ticket,  I  would  like  to  know  what 
you  are,  who  believe  in  Prohibition,  preach  it  and  pray  for  it, 
but  vote  the  same  ticket  as  the  rumseller?" 

There  was  a  pause.  The  sharp,  black  eyes  of  the  questioner 
were  fixed  on  the  reverend  gentleman,  who  evidently  was  not 
prepared  for  such  a  direct  thrust. 

Finally  he  managed  to  say:  "I  refuse  to  answer  such  an 
insulting  question,  sir.  I  vote  according  to  the  dictates  of 
my  conscience  and " 

«'  I  beg  your  pardon,  sir,  but  you  do  nothing  of  the  kind. 
Every  time  you  cast  your  ballot  for  your  rum-ruled  liquor  law 
party  you  vote  in  direct  opposition  to  your  conscience  and  you 


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PLATrunM  Pbarlb. 


hrough  a  puir  of  gold 


ou  to  say  you  are  a 


enty  yeaiH,  and  I  be- 
tliiB  nation,  and  that 
I  bars." 
For  the  candidates  of 

ipported." 

)rohibition." 

Iiing  to  do  with  politi- 

vote  the  same  ticket 

tf  them." 

I-  in  the  United  States 


be  fools  to  support  a 

0  power,  sweep  away 

m  of  Prohibition  was 
vidently  think  it  is. 
'es  in  license,  defends 

1  votes  it,  would  be  a 
lid  like  to  know  what 
sach  it  and  pray  for  it, 
r?" 

:  eyes  of  the  questioner 
who  evidently  waa  not 

ise  to  answer  such  an 
ng  to  the  dictates  of 

)  nothing  of  the  kind, 
r  rum-ruled  liquor  law 
jur  conscience  and  you 


know  it.  You  also  know  that  the  liquor  buainesH  of  this  na- 
tion is  licensed  every  year  by  law.  You  know  that  pol.tK^^ 
parties  make  and  maintain  the  law.  You  know  that  y  ur 
political  party  could  not,  if  it  would,  pass  or  enforce  prohih.t- 
orv  laws.  You  know  that  fully  one-half  of  the  saloonlsts  and 
brewers  and  distillers  of  this  land  vote  the  same  ticket  as  y..ti 

'*°""You  know  that  your  vote  yesterday  will  be  counted  as 
being  in  favor  at  the  saloon.  You  know  that  the  only  way 
you  can  inform  the  government  that  you  believe  m  Prolubitu.n 
is  through  a  Prohibition  ballot.  You  know  that  there  are 
4  000  000  Christian  voters  in  this  nation  who  profess,  like  your- 
self, to  favor  Prohibition,  but  the  most  of  whom  vote  every 
vear  with  you  for  whisky.  You  know  that  the  angel  Gabriel 
could  not  pick  out  your  vote  from  that  of  a  rumseUer  as  it  lay 

in  the  b<»x  yesterday.  i,„„j„ 

"You  know  all  this,  I  say,  and  yet  you  raise  your  hands 
in  a  holy  protest  when  this  gentleman  here  ventured  to  re- 
mark that  you  vot«d  for  whisky.  Let  me  tell  you.  sir.  that  the 
rumseUer  who  votes  with  his  license  party  for  the  protection 
and  perpetuation  of  his  business  is  a  thousand  times  more  de- 
serving of  respect  for  honesty  and  consistency  than  you,  who 
profess  to  favor  Prohibition,  but  voting  directly  for  whisky. 
Your  professions  in  that  line,  sir,  are  a  lie,  your  preaching  a 
farce,  your  prayers  a  mockery,  and  your  vote  a  protest  against 
your  own  conscience,  your  church  and  your  God ! " 

Just  then  ft  brakeman  opened  the  door  and  in  a  slow,  dis- 
tinct and  sonorous  voice  cried  out :  .  „  .  u  . 
"  AUentown  !  Change  here  for  Reading  and  Harrisburg  1 
Do  not  overlook  your  baggage ! "  j  j  ^^ 
The  preacher  made  a  dive  for  his  coat  and  vahse  and  darted 
out  of  the  car,  saying  as  he  went :  "  Sorry  I  can't  stay  with 
vou  longer.  I'll  think  over  what  you  have  said. 
•^          *                                                    —  Tallie  Morgan. 


158.    THB  CALF  PATH. 

One  day  through  the  primeval  wood 

A  calf  walked  home,  aa  good  calves  should, 

But  made  a  trail  all  bent  askew, 
A  crooked  trail,  as  all  calves  do. 


14 


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Platfobm  Pkarlh. 


Since  then  two  hundred  yeaw  have  tted, 
And,  I  Infer,  the  calf  is  dead. 

But  still  he  left  liehlnd  his  trail, 
And  thereby  hangs  my  moral  talc. 

The  trail  was  taken  up  noxt  day 
By  a  kme  dog  that  pjissed  that  way  ; 

And  then  a  wise  bell-wether  sheep 
Pursued  the  trail  oer  vale  and  steep, 

And  drew  tlie  flock  behind  him,  Ux). 
Ab  good  bell-wethers  always  do. 

And  from  that  day  o'er  hill  and  glade 
Through  thoae  old  w(K)ds  a  path  was  made, 

And  many  men  wound  in  and  out, 

And  dodged,  and  turned,  and  bent  about. 

And  uttered  words  of  righteous  wrath, 
Because  'twas  such  a  crooked  jmth  ; 

But  still  they  followed  —  do  not  laugh  — 
The  first  migrations  of  that  calf  ; 
An<l  through  this  winding  wood-way  stuikeil, 
Because  he  wobbled  when  he  walked. 

This  forest  path  became  a  lane, 

That  bent  and  turned  and  turned  again  ; 

This  crooked  lane  became  a  -oad. 
Where  many  a  poor  horse  with  his  load 

Toiled  on  bene)  ,th  the  burning  sun. 
And  traveled  some  three  miles  in  one. 

And  thus  a  century  and  a  half 
They  trod  the  footsteps  of  that  t.slf- 

The  years  passed  on  in  swiftness  fleet ; 
The  road  became  a  village  street, 

And  this,  before  men  were  aware, 
A  city's  crowded  thoroughfare. 

And  soon  the  central  street  was  this 
Of  a  renowned  metropolis  ; 


FLATrtJHM  I'KABLM. 


911 


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I  wafl  made, 

>ut, 

lent  about. 

I  wrath, 
tath ; 

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v-alked. 

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ad, 

1  his  load 

sun, 
I  in  one. 

;ca!f. 
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(Gt, 

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a, 

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And  mm  two  wnturiiM  and  a  half 
Tr<Hl  in  tho  foottiU'im  of  tliiit  «alf : 
EimIi  day  a  hiuulr.-.l  tlunituiml  n.ul 
FoUow.'d  t\w  /.iRzaK  calf  uUiut, 
And  o'or  hiR  crooked  journoy  wont 
Tlui  trattl<-  of  a  contiiu-nt ; 
A  hundred  IhoUHand  men  w.-rc  led 
By  one  calf  nwvr  thr("»>  centuriw*  <l.'ud  ; 
They  followed  Btill  hid  crooked  way. 
And  loHt  one  hundred  yearn  a  day, 

For  thuH  Huch  reverenc  j  Ib  lent 
To  well-eHtabliHhed  precedent. 

A  moral  lesHon  thiH  might  teach. 
Were  I  ordained  and  called  to  prciwh. 

For  men  are  prone  to  gcj  it  hlinil 
Along  the  calf-l)athH  of  the  mind, 
And  work  away  from  sun  to  sun 
To  do  what  other  men  have  done. 
Enacting  "  wiee,"  eva«ive  laws 
Pertaining  to  the  temi)erance  cause. 

They  follow  in  the  beaten  track, 
And  out  and  in,  and  forth  aad  buck. 
And  Btill  their  devious  course  purnue, 
To  keep  the  path  the  others  do. 
But  how  the  wise  old  wood-gods  laugh. 
Who  saw  the  first  primeval  calf ! 

All  1  many  things  this  tale  might  teach. 
But  I  am  not  ordained  to  preach.  ^^ 

-Adapted  from  Sam  Walter  Fosb,  in  -Golden  RtUe. 


169.    WANTED -A  BOYt 

Mr.  A ,  the  rector,  is  dying  to-day, 

With  the  hope  of  heaven  on  his  face  ; 
He'll  be  missed  in  the  pulpit  and  home,  when  we  pray. 

Wanted  —  a  boy  for  his  place. 


Platform  Fkabls. 


Mr.  B ,  the  judge,  is  dying  to-day, 

With  the  Unes  of  true  life  on  his  face  ; 
He'll  be  miBsed  on  the  bench  for  many  a  day. 

Wanted  — a  boy  for  his  place. 

Mr.  C ,  the  doctor,  is  dying  to-day, 

And  a  Bvmpathy  beams  on  his  face ; 
He^rbe  mUd  in  the  homes,  when  disease  comes  to  stay. 

Wanted  —  a  boy  for  his  place. 
Mr.  D ,  the  saloon-keeper,  is  dying  to-day, 

With  a  look  of  dread  on  his  face  ; 
He^l  be  missed  where  the  path  leads  downward  alway. 

Wanted  —  a  boy  for  his  place. 

Mr.  E. ,  the  drunkard,  is  dying  today  ; 

Oh,  the  marks  of  sin  on  his  face ! 

He'll  be  missed  at  the  club,  in  saloon,  in  *«  '^jy- 
Wanted -a  boy  for  his  place.        -  Indiana  Phalmu,. 

160.    THE  RECORD  OF   NONPARTISANSHIP. 

For  twelve  long  years,  "  non-partisanship "  has  controlled 
thereat  mass  of  fhJ  nominal  friends  of  temperance,    ^^hat 

has  it  accomplished  ?  ,       ,      ,     a  i,.„.      instpjuiof 

In  many  ways  it  has  kept  the  standard  lo>v.    Instead  «* 

sounding  the  bugle  call  to  high  endeavor,  it  has  weaHv  ^^t. 

STi  "and  made  futile  attempts  to  run  caucuses,  and  .  led  to 
rollecra  '^good  man  "  in  this  or  that  license  party  (usuaUy 
4is '-)    it  hasrstained  a  law  which  involves  an  option  to  sm ; 

it  h^  too  ght  about  a  voto  on  a  prohibitory  amendment  after 

r.f  fliMB  net  features  was  also  an  orphan.  _ 

1  Tas^  verted  attention  from  themain  work,  by  orgamzing 
thP'Votl  Union  "in  Ohio  in  1883,  the  State  Temperance 
iiembly  Tn  New  York  in  1884.  the  National  Non-Partisan 
T  il,  1884  the  "Union  Prohibitory  League"  m  Pennsyl- 

rm^'L  1889  an'd  nuSluB  other  like  failures  whose  graves 

are  green. 


Platfob!.  Pearls. 


81S 


ace ; 

ny  a  day. 


le; 

disease  comes  to  stay. 


ing  to-day, 

Is  downward  alway. 

to-day  ; 
! 

jn,  in  the  fiay. 
—  Indiana  Phalaiix. 

I-PABTISANSHIP. 

ti8an8hip"ha8  controlled 
la  of  temperance.    What 

(tandard  low.     Instead  of 
ivor,  it  has  weakly  "  peti- 
run  caucuses,  and  i  ied  to 
that  license  party  (usually 
1  involves  an  option  to  sin ; 
libitory  amendment,  after 
zed  its  defeat ;  it  has  left 
Ipless  orphan ;  it  has  mag- 
1  compromise  measures  as 
,  the  200  feet  law,  the  Sun- 
mges  in  that  four-hundred- 
it  has  seen  to  it  that  each 
)han. 

emain  work,  by  organizing 
J83,  the  State  Temperance 
the  National  Non-Partisan 
litory  League'"  in  Pennsyl- 
like  failures  whose  graves 


..Non-partisanship -has  afflicted  us  ^ith  ;;«i«^  ^>--;^ 
and  "StateCoutrol.'-whichgiveatremendous  "re^enuo    ch.b 

^^  E^eZr'^'non-partisanship"  is  tryin.  to  mislead  the 
voung  student  of  Christian  citizenship  into  these  same  «wamps 
'and  lx)(rs  where  their  elders  have  so  long  floundered. 

I?^sl  the  aggressivetemperance  sentiment  of  America,  was 
f.st  cryXi/gTntothe  National  Prohibition  I'-y.  Jhe  vo^ 
leaned  from  10,000  to  150,000.     Angels  held  their  breatii,  loi 
Sghtot  m^ral  revolution  since  Pentoco.t  was  impending 
But    '  n'nTartisanship"  blocked  the  way,  and  ^^^ 
ployed  the  Lees  of  timidity,  conservatism,  -^  l-^^^^^ 
check  the  rapid  unification  of  moral  power,  and  to  delay  the 
hfumph  of  right.    In  this,  while  "powerless  for  good  it  was 
^rrful  for  evil."    It  ha«  ever  interpose.!  the  lower  issue.     It 
raTd^neiswork    it  hns  made  its  record.  It  ha.  granted hquor- 
dl  t^e  to  create  the  most  oppressive  -^^^^-fjjf. 
greatest  political  power  which  this  land  ever  8a>. .    It  has 
vided  our  friends  and  compacted  our  foes. 

„d  American  labor,  becauK,  o(  toy.ne  with  «...  p.Wol      al 

More  than  one  million  ot  han.a.. .  '«»•  ■""'"f  J  ^^lol 
«.-  twelve  .22^»'J-^™  rter- reiarsob. 
rTaS  to»"Zr.?=e..'  ..Non.p^l«»,.ip-  In  full 

is  both  wise  and  strong.     1  hen  j^  eon 

our  God,  our  country,  and  our  homes.  -  A.  K.  neax 

161.    A  PUMI.BD  SANTA  CI^ACi. 

Oh,  say,  it's  the  funniest  story  ! 
I've  just  heard  all  about  it.  you  see  ! 


814 


Platform  P«abl8. 


And  I  hurried  right  over  to  tell  you, 
'Cause  a  part  of  it  meauB  you  and  me. 

In  ChriBtmas-laiid  (you  know  where  that  is. 
Tho  ne'er  a  geography  tells, 

Away,  far  away  toward  the  sunlight, 
Is  where  Santa -old  Santa  Glaus,  dwells)- 

In  Christmas-land,  whispers  of  trouble 

Were  afloat  in  the  air.     "  It's  so  queer  . 
Seid  Santa's  chief  clerk,  "  for  we  always 

Have  sunshine  and  gladness  up  here. 
"  But  surely  there's  something  the  matter. 

For  never  in  all  of  my  life 
Have  I  seen  Father  Santa  so  worried, 

Nor  so  bothered,  Dame  Goody,  his  wife. 

And  just  then  a  bugle  rang  clearly. 

And  fairies  and  elfins  and  all  — 
Yes,  all  of  the  Santa  Claus  helpers, 

Went  hurrying  off  to  the  hall. 
To  the  great,  bright  haU  of  the  palace. 

And  Santa  av  aited  them  there, 
His  eyes  all  aglow  in  the  sunlight, 

And  gold-crowned  his  snowy  white  hair. 

"  It's  all  right ! "  they  said  one  to  another. 

"  Father  Santa's  discovered  a  cure 
For  the  trouble  that  worried  and  vexed  him. 

And  he'll  tell  us  about  it,  be  sure." 
And  old  Santa  did  tell  them  the  story. 

And  he  told  it  so  well  that  they  cried. 
And  then  laughed  and  hurrahed  till  the  ccIuhm 

Went  ringing  through  auristmas-land  wide. 

Of  course  1  can't  tell  it  as  he  did. 

But  I'll  do  just  the  best  that  I  may 
To  explain  why  dear  Santa  looked  troubled 

When  he  thought  of  the  glad  Christmas-day. 
You  see  he  had  planned  all  liis  presents. 

And  his  people  were  working  by  night 
And  by  day,  so  they'd  surely  be  ready 

With  the  Christmas-time's  store  of  delight. 


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jtory, 
Y  cried, 
till  the  echoes 
las-land  wide. 


may 

Bd  troubled 

::hri8tma8-day. 

iresents, 

by  night 

ready 

re  of  delight. 


But  just  as  ho  rubbed  his  hands  gaily. 

And  chuckled  to  think  there  would  be 
No  delay  in  the  filling  of  stockings, 

No  lack  in  each  Christmas-tide  tree, 

Lo !  a  telegraph-boy  with  a  message. 

And  it  read,  "  Mr.  Dear  Santa  <:liiiis. 
There  are  boys  and  girls,  ever  no  many, 

Who  can't  have  any  Chriatnwa,  because 

"  Their  papas  have  lost  all  their  money  — 
And  the  rumsellers  stole  it,  we  b'lieve  — 

We  big  ones  can  stand  it,  but  babies- 
Say,  Sayita,  you  know  how  they  grieve. 

"  Now  can't  you  just  help  us  a  little  t 
Just  enough  so  the  babies  will  think 

That  Christmas  means  loving  and  kissinu, 
And  something  to  eat  and  to  drink  f  " 

Poor  Santa  !    Sure  never  and  never 

Was  he  half  so  much  troubled  and  vexed. 
"  Some  children  —and  nothing  to  give  theui, 

No  wonder  the  saint  was  perplexed. 
His  gifts  were  all  promised.    The  orders 

Had  l-en  in  for  a  twelvemonth  or  more. 
Dame  G  '>dy  assured  him  the  helpers 

Were  working  as  never  before  ; 
No  time  and  no  stock  for  the  making, 

Not  even  a  dolly  to  spare, 
Nor  so  much  as  a  bagful  of  candy, 

No  wonder  he  groaned  in  despair. 

But  Santa's  not  worked  for  the  children 

Without  learning  to  know  them,  you  see- 
And  soon  he  untangletl  the  tangle, 

And  laughed  out  again  in  his  glee. 
"  I  have  it !    That  Temperance  Legion 

Will  be  only  to  happy  to  lend 
Their  help  to  a  puzzled  old  fellow 

Who's  sorely  in  need  of  a  friend. 

"  I'll  tell  to  the  Legion  the  story  — 
Indeed.  I  will  tell  them  the  whole  — 


r 


S16 


Platform  Pkarlb. 


Of  the  brave  little  laddies  and  lassies, 
And  the  Christmas  the  rumsellers  stoie. 

"About  the  dear  babies  I'll  tell  them, 

I  know  how  their  hearts  will  be  stirred, 
I  know  how  they'll  rally  to  help  me 

As  quick  as  I  send  them  the  word." 
So  saying,  old  Santa  touched  quickly 

A  curious  kind  of  a  spring. 
And  the  telephone  bells  on  the  Earth-land 

'Gan  to  merrily  jingle  and  ring. 
And  this  is  the  way  that  I  heard  it. 
And  why  I  hare  hurried  to  you  — 
And  now  there  is  only  one  question. 

"Just  what  can  you  awl  I  dof"  

—  Alice  M.  Gii£m8ey. 

lea.    A  BONO  OF   HOPK. 

Children  of  yesterday. 

Heirs  of  to-morrow. 
What  are  you  weaving  — 

Labor  and  sorrow  ? 
Look  to  your  looms  again ; 

Faster  and  faster 
Fly  the  great  shuttles 

Prepared  by  the  Master. 
Life's  in  the  loom, 

Roomfor  it  — room! 

Cliildren  of  yesterday. 
Heirs  of  to-morrow, 
Lighten  the  labor 

And  sweeten  the  soitow, 
Now  —while  the  shuttles  fly 

Faster  and  faster. 
Up  and  be  at  it  — 

At  work  with  the  Master 
He  stands  at  your  loom. 
Room  for  Him  —  room  ! 

Children  of  yesterday, 
Heirs  of  to-morrow, 
Look  at  your  fabric 


•ITOW, 

ttles  fly 


yiaster 

oom  t 

y. 

V, 


Platform  Piakus. 


317 


Of  labor  and  soitow. 
Seamy  and  dark 

With  despair  and  dieaster, 
Turn  it  —  and  lo, 

The  design  of  the  Master ! 
The  L<.Td'8  at  the  loom, 

Room  for  Him  —  room ! 

—  Mat-y  A.  Lathbury. 


168.    THK  FABmidl   ANJ>  HIS  «UN.» 

CHAPTER  1. 

.'  Great  Scott.  Maria,  I  do  wish  you  would  quit  your  talking 
to  me  about  Prohibition.  If  men  want  drink  they  are  gomg 
to  have  it,  and  all  your  Prohibition  laws  .n  the  world  amt 

agoing  to  stop  ihem  from  getting  it.' 

"  But  see  here.  Joshua,  don't  you  know ? 

"Yes  I  do  know  considerable  more  about  it  than  you 
women  do.  Why,  only  yesterday,  that  lightning  'od  man  told 
TeThat  he  could  get  all  the  liquor  he  wanted  to  in  Prohibition 
States  I  am  in  favor  of  repealing  all  prohibitory  laws  so  long 
TlSy  axe  violated  in  that  manner.  Maria,  the  only  way  to 
deal  with  this  question  is  to  i^rsuade  the  drinkers  to  quit - 
tL  the  pledge  Moral  suasion  will  do  more  good  in  one  day 
th^  proEibiaon  that  does  not  prohibit  will  do  in  a  y^  Then 
make  the  rum-sellers  pay  a  high  license.    That's  what  I  call 

practical  temperance."'  

CHAPTER  n. 
"  Maria,  this  'ere  stealing  from  my  orchard  has  got  to  stop 
or  by  ginger  there  will  b.>  a  few  dead  thieves  around  here 
orettvsoon.    I  won't  stand  it  any  longer  ! " 

. -Joshua,  isn't  there  a  pretty  strong  prohibitory  law  against 

stealing  in  this  State  ? "  .       ^  u  „„ 

"  Yea,  sir,  there  is,  and  by  George  I  am  gomg  to  see  it  en- 
forced. I  will  get  a  first-class  gun  and  hire  some  man  to  watch 
the  thieves  and  shoot  them  on  the  spot!"  „„,,««.? 

"  Say,  Joshua,  what's  the  use  of  trying  to  enforce  that  law 
It  is  viited  every  day,  and  wouldn't  it  be  better  to  repeal  a^l 
laws  against  stealing  until  public  sentiment  was  ready  to  en- 
force  them?" 

i^opyrlghte*!  by  the  author. 


ais 


FUlTFORM  PKABLS. 


..PubUcBentiment  be  hanged!  That  shows  how  much  you 
women  know  about  practical  matters. 

"But  Joshua,  you  cant  make  men  honest  by  laNN,  you 
know  ^Id  the  on'l/way  you  can  settle  this  thieving  que«tjon 
istoilersuade  the  thieves  not  to  steal -get  them  to  sign  the 

pledge,  you  know,  and "' 

"  Maria,  are  you  going  crazy  V"  .     , ,  j     <«  „«„ 

..  No  J^shuafl'm  getting  to  be  a  Httle  '  P-ct.ca  ;  don  t^^^^^^^ 
see.  A^  I  was  saying,  get  the  thieves  to  s,gn  tl^«  P^^f^e  nev^r 
to  steal  again,  and  make  those  who  refuse,  pay  h.gh  license  for 
Htealine  That's  what  I  call  practical  worK. 
'''^!  Seat  Scott,  Maria,  what  a  dandy  legislator  yo.x  would 
ma-.e  !  Under  the  magnificent  schemes  of  your  ferti^  bram 
Si  ^eat  problems  would  be  solved  in  two  weeks.  Now.  I  pro- 
;Lf tolh^w  you  that  thelaw  a^inst  stealing  can  be  enforced. 

CHAPTER  in. 

..  Well  Maria,  I  have  been  to  town,  bought  a  gun,  have  hired 
BiU  S^kVs'  to  handle  it  and  keep  a  sharp  lookout  for  the  thieves 
^dS^g  away  at  the  first  one  that  shows  his  head  over  the 

'^°^Well,  Joshua,  you  know  tl.      prohibition  dc^n't  prohibU 
and  here  you  hav;  gone  and  spent  |30  or  *30  for  a  gun  that 
wtl  do  nJ^.    If  men  wa.t  to  steal  they  are  going  to,  and 
Tu  voi  prSition  laws  in  the  world  wont  stop  them. 

fX  Heaven's  sake.  Maria,  stop  your  confounded  nons^^ns^ 
Wait  for  a  few  weeks  and  we'll  see  if  the  thieves  c«n  be 

squelched  or  not."  

CHAPTER  rv. 
..WeU.  Joshua,  six  weeks  have  gone  by  and  the  thieving 
goes  on  jilst  the  same.    Now,  what  are  you  going  to  do  about 

^''  ::St-r^a:Sy :httTh:vebeendoing.    Prohibition doesnt 

prohibit,  does  it?" 

"  Not  yet,  but  just  you  wait." 

"  Is  the  gun  all  right  ?  " 

'■  Yes,  the  gun  is  first-class." 

•' Ye"  the  gun  has  been  properly  loaded  all  the  time." 
"  And  the  stealing  has  been  going  right  along  t 


PUATFORH  PBAHLS. 


aio 


howa  how  much  you 

honest  by  law,  you 
hiB  thieving  question 
get  them  to  sign  the 


'  practical,'  don't  you 
sign  the  pledge  never 
9,  pay  high  license  for 
rk.'- 

legislator  you  would 
of  your  fertile  brain, 
o  weeks.  Now,  I  pro- 
filing can  be  enforced." 

(Ught  a  gun,  have  hired 
lookout  for  the  thieves 
ows  his  head  over  the 

bition  doesn't  prohibit, 
or  |30  for  a  gun  that 
they  are  going  to,  and 
'on't  stop  them." 
r  confounded  nonsense, 
if  the  thieves  can  be 


neby  and  the  thieving 
B  you  going  to  do  about 


ing.    Prohibition  doesn't 


aded  all  the  time." 
right  along?" 


"Maria,  you  are  enough  to  drive  any  man  crazy,  and  if  you 
let  up  for  a  few  minutes  I  will  tell  you  why  'he  tliieving  has 
not  stopped.  /  have  jmt  discovered  that  Bill  Sykea  is  one  of 
the  thieves." 

"  Oh !  that's  it,  is  it !  Well,  now,  since  you  are  one  of  these 
non-pai'tisan  temperance  men,  your  next  move  will  be  to  get 
up  a  petition  addressed  to  Bill  Sykea,  begging  liim  to  do  the 
work  he  was  hired  to  do.  Or,  perhaps,  you  will  organize  a  law 
and  order  league  to  force  Bill  Sykea  to  enforce  the  law  ?" 

"  Maria,  I  am  not  a  natural  born  fool,  and  I  want  you  to 
understand  it  once  for  all.  I  have  discharged  Bill  Sykea  and 
hired  a  vian  in  his  place  who  has  no  sympathy  mth  thieving 
or  thieves.    Now,  I  expect  that  prohibition  uill  prohibit." 

•'Joshua,  if  you  had  the  sense  of  a  fresh  water  clam  you 
would  learn  a  lesson  from  this.  You  complain  that  prohibi- 
tion of  the  liquor  traffic  does  not  prohibit  and  that  the  liquor 
men  violate  every  law  passed  for  the  protection  of  society. 
Yet  you  and  the  rest  of  your  party  vote  men  into  oflSce  like 
Bill  Sykes,  who  are  a  part  of  a  gang  of  law  breakers.  Instead 
of  voting  to  discharge  these  men  and  put  Prohibitionists  into 
office,  you  reelect  the  same  old  crowd  and  then  whine  that 
'  prohibition  does  not  prohibit,'  and  '  you  can  not  make  men 
good  by  law,'  and  such  cowardly  nonsense.  Joshua,  vote  to 
discharge  forever  all  the  Bill  Sykes's  and  place  the  prohibition 
guns  in  the  hands  of  Prohibitionists,  who  have  no  sympathy 
with  rum-selling  or  rum-sellers." 

"  Oh  Lord,  these  women  !  these  women  t " 

—  Tallie  Morgan. 


164.    A   FlTNERAIi  TO-DAY. 

As  I  write  a  fimeral  procession  is  passing  my  door.  It  is  the 
burial  of  a  neighbor  who  has  died  of  alcoholism,  our  national 
disease.  He  returned  but  a  few  weeks  ago  from  the  Keeley 
cure,  strong  in  faith  that  he  would  never  yield  to  the  appetite 
again.  He  is  the  second  man  in  this  community  to  die  of  a 
debauch  after  this  treatment  and  another  of  our  citizens  is  "  on 
a  spree"  now,  who  has  received  this  so-called  cure.  The 
father  of  this  last  one  is  b  jt-broken.  "For,"  says  he,  "I 
thou?»ht  my  boy  was  redeemed,  but  now  there  is  no  hope." 

As  I  see  the  man  carried  to  hia  grave,  a  man  who  has  occu- 
pied seats  high  in- the  councils  of  the  nation,  I  can  but  exclaim  : 


..W,m..c»U,  revenue  "M..^;.;^^^^^^^^^ 

kingdom  of  heaven  1       Do jo^  J  ^j^^  ^.^j 

Remember  b^  ^^P;^'^^!  " 'S  chainB  of  appetite  have 
glas«.  anl  '"^:":  ^^'^'^^I'^'e  ^  and  in  the  days  of  hiB  ripeet 
tound  him  tighter  and  *'8*^7' S^.'^^^.^jned  by  the  votes  of 
^,nh,es«heisavict,moat^^^^^^^^^ 

Sr:;;drnth?«;rrhat  creates  him  thu.helple.mthe 

^'-r  n!  ^^ -Clay  by  the  ^  ofhU  --- ^ 
^hoBe  greatest  sorrow  -««  ^J^^^^^^^  ^^Z  giave  uttering  a 
eons"  was  a  drunkard.  She  ^^^\Jl^  ^^  ^^  ^^  g«v- 
prayer  for  his  salvat.on^  ^,",' ""of  c^^^^  mothers.  God 
emment  helps  answer  ^^ ^^^^^^^^  ^  ^ell  as  pray, 
hasten  the  day  when  mothers  can  vote  ^^^^^ 

By  his  Bi<^«  «*-•!  ^f;;ra^:lTv:i^^  ticket  that  would 
tohisreformauon.bu  Jh^^^^^^^  ^^^^^  ,,,  ^^, 

Bend  men  to  the  .L^K'^^^*"!!  7^,.  pathway  will  idly  answer, 
aens  that  W  this  weaker  both^  and  I  think  it 

..  O  there's  no  use  ;  liquor  wiu  _    Ministers  speak  by 

.est  to  vote  my  P-^^J^f/t^r  jSe  sad  history  in  the  fat« 
the  side  of  his  ''offi"  *«:^^^^^^^^  ^^t  number  falling  aU  around 
of  the  dead,  men  who  know  the  J«f^.°"  ^^^  ^^  voices  that 
Jhem  but  who  refuse  to  open  ^^^^^^.^a  «,ioons  in  this 
..ould  sound  t^e  alarm  m  the  l^^en^^^^^^^^^  ^^^.^^ 

city  of  15,000  souls.    No  go«I^l  ^^ JJj^^^.^     ^fares,  locked  8« 

in  the  27  churches  t^^*- !^*  °°  "^^^^^  must,  and  cobwebs.  O 
days  out  of  seven,  given  over  ^  ^us^^u  ^^  ^^^^^^^  ^^^ 
no,  somebody  might  telMhe  member 

are  at  ea«e  in  Zion,  that  fj^'^fl  ^,J^^  the  Christian  m 
their  ballot  o^«^-*>«"  ^St^lt  at  t^^  ballot-box.  So  a. 
his  pew,  who  IS  the  ^^^^-J^^^'^J^^,  ..^ers  fall  into  the  pro- 
::::rJn"rorrrr«1lf  the  ceas^ess  gap  a.d  give 

n;Ctdr:Mhrr«fn"X  -sineasmen  march  who 


Platform  Pkarls. 


931 


he  '  poition  traffic ! ' " 
ill  we  continue  to  col- 
He  deserves  no  aym- 
HUccesH  and  lie  would 

nkard  can  inherit  the 
,o  sympathy  is  due?" 
lanhood  by  the  social 
lains  of  appetite  have 
the  days  of  his  ripest 
tained  by  the  votes  of 
lie  deepest  sympathy ; 
lim  thus  helpless  in  the 

his  Christian  mother, 
jiost  brilliant  of  all  my 
>  her  giave  uttering  a 
;he  way  this  man  gov- 
iiristian  mothers.    Ood 
[V8  well  as  pray, 
who  have  been  devoted 
,ote  a  ticket  that  vvrould 
,uld  prohibit  the  poison 
ithway  will  idly  answer, 
I  anyway  and  I  think  it 
re."    Ministers  speak  by 
tie  sad  history  in  the  fate 
lumber  falling  aU  around 
churches  to  voices  that 
ice  of  103  saloons  in  this 
erance  meetings  are  held 
horoughfares,  locked  six 
,  must,  and  cobwebs.    O 
'■B  of  these  churches,  who 
0  carry  their  religion  with 
18  wound  the  Christian  m 
at  the  ballot-box.    So  as 
re  others  fall  into  the  pro- 
le  ceaseless  gap  and  give 

business  men  march  who 


think  they  "  can  drink  or  let  It  alone."  men  whose  faces  show 
thl"  danger  dgnal."  who  call  me  a  "crank,  a  regular  John 
Brown  lK,rn  before  my  time."  when  I  ask  them  kindly.  "  \V  <m  t 
you  read  on  this  subject  if  I  give  you  the  books  and  papers . 
In  the  strength  of  their  present  will  they  smile  and  -  g«.  on  a 
steady  march  to  ttll  a  drunkard's  grave.  l>eliev.«K  as  they  say^ 
■  O  I  know  when  I  have  enough.  I  am  not  such  a  weakhng 
us  to  over-drink."  , 

Beside  this  coffin  to-day  are  the  editors  of  our  papers  who 
write  pathetically  of  this  ' '  ruined  life,"  but  who  will  not  allow 
a  line  of  prohibition  sentiment  to  find  its  way  into  their  col- 
umns lest  it  offend  the  liquor  sellers  who  patronize  their  sheets, 
one  of  these  editors,  a  brother  in  the  church,  -"^es  tender  y 
.,f  this  man's  death  and  publishes  in  one  issue  of  hs  paper 
thirty-one  notices  of  application  to  sell  liquor  !  So  the  ^^ork 
giK-s  on  upheld  by  press,  pulpit,  and  people. 

The  wife  sits  clothed  in  the  habiliments  of  mourning  by  t  e 
side  of  his  coffin.    In  her  youth  and  beauty  she  gave  her  life 
aSSneBB  into  the  keeping  of  this  brilliant  young  man  ; 
SeyweL  just  out  of  college,  thoroughly  equippe<   to  bmld  a 
ChrisS  home.    She  saw  the  tempter  at  work  ;  M  tha    love. 
^Sn^.  and  devotion  could  do  she  had  done^   «^7:Sl 
Lrsistence,  and  endurance  were  remarked  by  all.  but  when  all 
::^tJfled  she  was  obliged  to  let  him  drift  -d  ^-  -J. 
from  her  ministrations  of  tenderness  and  love.    It  ^m  an  un 
^^1  oLSst.    The  whole  legal  powerof  Stateand  Nation >va« 
XS^Bt  her.  for  this  government  ^'^-^^'^^^H^^^^ 
of  the  outraged  wife,  takes  no  pity  on  her,  but  upholds    he 
:^lln-keepef  in  his  deadly  work.    She  is  a  wid^w  ^o-day.  the 
husband  and  home  have  been  destroyed  by  the  will  and  power 
of  the  government,  for  the  sake  of  "  revenue. 

Women  flock  to  this  funeral  and  drop  tears  of  synapathy 
witr^sister  beside  the  bier,  but  t^^^^  »^-« -^^^^^^^^^^^ 
the  W  C.  T.  U.,  to  read  our  papers,  to  fill  themselves  wun 
Ino^edge  ;  they'  have  no  time  to  educate  thej-hildren^;^^^^^ 
physical  effects  of  alcohol  that  they  may  go  out  m  the  f ac*  oi 
SiJ  ever-present  tempter  forewarned  and  ^ore.r^^^O--' 
these  women  are  too  busy  hunting  ''favors  or  prog^J''^ 
euchre  "  or  "  cinch  "  parties,  to  carry  the  gospe  of  Jeetotahsm 
tnS^palace  and  hovel  alike,  so  their  sons,  a  little  later  on,  will 
go  the  same  way  ;  some  are  well  started  now. 


TSSi 


Platfowi  Pkaiu-b. 


Beautiful  daughtern  weep  for  the  abnence  and  protoctinK 
care  of  a  loving  father.  They  aie  forced  mto  ^^e 'nduntnal 
world  to  compete  with  men  bread-winnerB.  In  «"«  ^^  Jhe 
taduBtrial  problem  in  made  mosteeriouB.  Women  and  children 
Tm^  with  and  cut  down  the  income  of  "»«!« -'^f  ^7" 
3  Uie  labor  problem  comes  uppermoHt,  only  to  be  Bolved  when 
wfi  Holve  the  liquor  queHtion. 

Z  train  o?evilB  following  in  the  wake  of  this  funera  •  «ne 
of  125,000  each  year,  shows  how  the  government  protects  (?)thi 
home,  the  wife  and  children,  and   the  best  mterests  of  the 

''^S  saloon  can  not  be  legalized  and  the  home  protected 

mider  tho  same  flag.  .      .  •*  „„  j  „,i,«t, 

Men-voters,  what  are  you  going  to  do  about  it,  and  when 

are  you  going  to  do  it?    WiU  you  begin  next  time  you  vote? 

?our  Iwer  -ill  be  in  the  size  of  the  next  Proh  bit.on  party 

"  "  _  mien  M.  Gotigar. 

vote.  _^____ 

165.     THK   WAB  «OD. 

»  Who  art  thou,  mighty  one,  hastening  down  the  vista  of 
the  years,  thou  of  such  brilliant  apparel,  such  clarion  voice, 

such  stately  tread  ?  "  .  ^,    i  ■ 

"I  am  the  War  God,'  replies  the  gallant  specter,  "  the  king 
of  all  the  kings  of  the  earth."  u„,i.rnn«v' 

"  How  didst  thou  come  into  possession  of  so  high  a  tl  rone . 
..  Because  of  my  power.  Since  the  birth  of  man,  the  reins 
of  all  the  governments  of  the  world  have  been  placed  in  ray 
hand.  An  absolute  monarch  have  I  ever  been,  my  word  the 
law  of  aU  nations.  How  oft,  to  indulge  my  fancy,  have  I  or- 
dered mv  subjects  to  turn  some  majestic  city  into  a  gigantic 
Lfire,  or  to  butcher  a  thousand  children  that  their  cries  of 
anguish  might  add  a  new  strain  to  the  songs  raised  for  my 

'^'-^thou  flatter  thyself  that  thy  subjects  all  serve  thee 

^'TlfpraJi^bl  a  sign  of  love,  the  affection  all  bear  for  me 
must  indeed  be  intense.  Poets  have  dedicated  to  me  their 
noblest  efforts.  My  achievements  have  '°«Pi'«<i  J'^t^^*^^^,*^ 
create  their  masterpieces.  Inventors  have  devised  martial 
S^Lumerable  for  my  amusement.  Philosophers  have  used 
S  sagest  arguments  to  prove  me  worthy  of  all  the  honor  I 


jHcnie  and  protecting 
ed  into  the  induHtrial 
era.  In  this  way  the 
Women  and  children 
of  male  wage-earners 
only  to  be  Bolved  when 

ike  of  this  funeral,  one 
srnment  protects  (?)  the 
e  best  interests  of  the 

id  the  home  protected 

do  about  it,  and  when 
[in  next  time  you  vote  ? 
next  Prohibition  party 
—  Helen  M,  Gotigar. 


UOD. 

ining  down  the  vista  of 
rel,  such  clarion  voice, 

illant  specter,  "  the  king 

ion  of  so  high  a  throne  ? " 
birth  of  man,  the  reins 
ave  been  placed  in  my 
Dver  been,  my  word  the 
je  my  fancy,  have  I  or- 
itic  city  into  a  gigantic 
Idren  that  their  cries  of 
the  songs  raised  for  my 

y  subjects  all  serve  thee 

iffection  all  bear  for  me 
?e  dedicated  to  me  their 
have  inspired  artists  to 
rs  have  devised  martial 
,  Philosophers  have  used 
vorthy  of  all  the  honor  I 


Platform  Pbarlb. 


908 


„*eive.  Kings  without  numter  have  thrown  thoir  crowns  at 
my  feet  and  unmurmuring  have  surrendered  to  m.-  their  do- 
mains, while  my  special  followers  love  me  more  than  home  or 
comfort,  wife  or  child,  mother  or  (k)d.  forsakmg  all  to  abide 

with  me."  ,         ^  .     .,,. 

•  •  What  recompense  do  thy  faithful  adherents  rw-ei  v.« .' 
"  A  soldier's  name,"  ntums  the  War  (lo<l  with  a  compla- 
cent look,  •'  a  soldier's  renown,  covete«l  by  all.  Man  forsake*, 
every  vocation  that  he  may  become  a  bearer  of  arras.  He 
leaves  the  carpenter's  bench  that  he  may  destroy  beautiful 
buildings,  the  mill  and  the  store  that  he  may  turn  their  fruit- 
age to  a  mighty  conflagration.  The  physician  hurru-s  away 
from  the  dying  that  he  may  carry  death  into  the  ranks  of  the 
enemy  The  lawyer  closes  his  office,  deaf  to  the  apjieals  of  the 
down-trodden,  that  within  the  army  he  may  break  every  law 
of  nature  and  of  God. 

"  Thus  eager  for  the  conflict,  man  march™  forth  to  the 
most  inspiring  music  genius  can  produce,  hi.  path  strewn  with 
flowers  by  the  loyal  hands  of  mother,  wife,  and  child. 

"  But  highest  fame  is  his,  no  matter  what  his  private  life 
may  have  been -after  he  has  fallen  in  death  upon  the  field  of 
strife.    His  name  is  ever  after  held  in  the  most  sacred  rever- 
ence.   Thus  do  I  share  my  honors  with  my  disciples  !  ' 
'•  Pray,  what  hast  thou  done  to  deserve  such  homage  V " 
'•I  keep  thousands  of  men  in  compulsory  iiUeuess,  which 
leads  to  every  dissipation.    I  keep  children  from  their  schools 
and  mothers  from  their  families  to  toil  in  the  fields  and  facto- 
ries   I  take  food  from  the  mouths  of  half  starving  peasants  and 
clothes  from  their  backs  that  the  cost  may  be  expended  m 
constructing  arsenals  and  forts  for  my  amusement. 

"And  what  an  impressive  past  has  been  mine  !  I  have  un- 
furled my  gory  banner  in  every  clime.  I  have  turnel  peace  to 
strife,  plenty  to  famine,  righteousness  to  unbridled  crime,  tem- 
„erance  to  base  revellings  of  King  Alcohol,  the  heaven  of  civil 
prosperity  to  the  hell  of  the  battle-field,  where  every  evil  ap- 
peared in  its  most  hideous  form. 

"Because  of  petty  misunderstandings  among  sovereigns,  I 
have  flooded  earth  with  blood,  I  have  sent  milliona  i"  inex- 
pressible agony  to  untimely  deaths,  I  have  left  t:>.em  unburied 
in  alien  lands,  I  have  reared  asylums  for  those  ^ho  have  be- 
come crazed  by  dwelling  on  the  horrors  of  my  career.    I  have 


y^  Pl-ATrOBM  i'KARUl.  

iu^the  ,ky  with  wailH  of  widow,  an.l  "H-l-anj.  I  have  R^^^^^^ 
the  t..nli  to  iuvria.lH  of  once  hapi^.v   houieH.  I  ha^o  dcfltroyt. 
ountUKH  workH  of  urt  whi.h  no  goniu«  can  over  -pm  uce 
have  given   to  the   ll.unes  great  lii.rarieH-tream.neH  of  the 
;    mutd  wisdom  of  agcH.  now  gone  for  ayc-1  have  levelled 
e     "h   as  doeB   the   H,.rinK   the  hilL-ckn  of  hhow.     I  have  h. - 
,ueathe.lt..theHeaunnumlH,red»leet8  with  then-  human  ear- 
Koe8      And  with  one  hreath  have  I  .innihilated  whoK.  raeeH. 
.'  O  thou  terrible  one.  how  \h  it  thy  reign  ha«  been  ho  long  . 
"  BecaUHC  mortalH  have  denired  my  rule." 
..  MuHt  thiH  fair  earth  always  U«  nmrrwl  by  thy  bloody  fo,,t- 
BteoeV    Wilt  thou  never  surrender  thy  kingdom  to  another^ 

"Ave  therein  one  nu,re,K>werful  than  am  I  who  wa.tH  to 
ancend  my  throne,  whenever  men  decree.  Peace  ,h  th.K  b|.v^ 
^eign.  Hho  come»  from  the  olive  plainH  that  surround  the 
tl.rone  of  dod  H-r  advent  wa«  announced  by  the  angelH  vvho 
^r^ned  the  birthnong  of  the  Prince  of  Peace.  Her  kingdom 
Lll  1.  an  everla^ting  kingdom,  -.i.^nm.  ^  —  ^... 
aye.'" 


lee.    OKKAT  ,\»V%!«  K. 

The  Prohibition  Party  ha«  been  for  yearH  a  Btubborn  right- 
eous mu.ority.  SaidDeTo<queville:  "' St»'^»?*'"\ ™'"°" '^i"; 
the  hoi.c  of  republics."  Especially  true  is  thm  when  a  mmor  tv 
HtandH  for  conscience.  f<,r  a  truer,  letter  -^-^^^^^'-[^r''^; 
nationhood.  President  Seelye,  so.ne  time  before  h.s  death,  de- 
dt^cUhat  the  Prohibition  Party  was  the  most  '^opef"  -gn 
above  the  political  horizon.  Charles  Sumner  wa>,  profoundly 
Z  t  whe.  he  said  :  "  If  you  would  save  the  nation  you  mus 
s  u  ctify  it  as  well  aB  fortify  it."  The  Prolubition  Party  stands 
for  iK^Utical  sanctiflcation,  a  .juickened  and  a  qu.ckenmg  con- 

""'wlatTs  the  balance  sheet  ..f  the  Prohibition  Party  reveal  V 
If  we  have  done  nothing  for  the  present  generation  o^  /or  pos- 
ritv  we  should  step  .«ide.  Pc«t.rity?  "  Why."  said  Patrick 
when  urged  to  do  something  for  iKjster.ity,  "why  should  I  do 
Tny thing  for  ,H>sterity  V  What  has  it  done  for  me.  I  should 
like  to  i<now  ?  "    We  differ  with  our  Emerald  friend. 

A  ship  heavily  laden,  sailing  in  the  Gulf  Stream,  was  caught 
in  the  doldrums.  Day  after  day  the  surface  current  was  mov- 
ing against  the  ship's  course,  but  not  a  breath  of  air  Btirred  tht 


1(1  orpluin«.  I  have  given 
lutmi'M,  I  havo  destroyoii 
iiH  c(in  over  ri'pro<lucc,  1 
riirit'B  —  trenmiri«>H  of  the 
for  iiyc  —  1  liave  levelled 
;kH  of  snow.  I  havo  Ix'- 
t8  with  their  Imiuiin  cnr- 
nnihihited  whok.  rax'tm." 
'  reign  ha«  Jjcen  ho  U>ngV  " 
ly  rule." 

imrre<l  by  thy  bloody  foot- 
;hy  kingdom  to  another  ? " 
I  than  ain  I  who  wuitH  to 
lecree.  Peace  iH  this  «)v- 
(  plainH  that  wirround  the 
wunced  by  the  ungelH  who 
.  of  Peace.  Her  kingdom 
dile  mine  Hhall  vanish  for 
—  Mice  Mr.y  Dwiglm. 

l»V4^<K. 

for  yearH  a  Btubborn,  right- 
:  •' Stubborn  minoritieH  are 
true  is  this  when  a  minority 
letter  manhood,  for  a  nobler 
le  time  before  bin  death,  de- 
Att8  the  moat  hopeful  sign 
138  Sumner  was  profoundly 
Id  save  the  nation  you  muBt 
'he  Proliibition  Party  stands 
ened  and  a  quickening  con- 
he  Prohibition  Party  reveal  ? 
•esent  generation  or  for  pos- 
rity  ?    "  Why,"  said  Patrick 
josterity,  "why  sluiuld  I  do 
18  it  done  for  mi'.  I  should 
ur  Emerald  friend. 
;  the  Gulf  Stream,  was  caught 
he  surface  current  was  mov- 
aot  a  breath  of  air  Btirred  thi 


Hsiln  Tlje  hearts  of  tiie  sailors  were  failing  them.  It  seemed 
ust-h'HH  to  raise  or  shift  a  sail,  or  mov..  the  rudder.  Tlie  vessel 
lay  in  a  dea.l  calm  and  the  drift  was  contrary  ;  but  nfler  atiuie 
a  reckoning  was  taken,  and  lo !  the  slnp  had  gained  hun- 
dreds of  miles.  All  the  time  the*  sailors  were  ...inpUinmKan.l 
discouraged,  while  all  the  surface  i.idi.ations  were  that  the  ship 
woH  moving  backward,  the  strong  undercurrent  of  that  won- 
derful river  in  the  ocean  with  its  thousand  hands  had  gnpisMl 
bold  of  the  l)ottom  of  the  vessel  and  was  pulling  it  toward  the 
desired  haven. 

In  188H  the  Fisk  campaign  seemed  to  have  left  the  iToni- 
bition  Party  in  the  political  doldrums.    No  pulling,  no  tugging 
of  sails  ha«  appeared  to  help.    There  has  been  a  world  of  lam- 
entations and  croakiniiH.    The  surface  indications  have  been 
against  us  :  here  and  there  a  hand  has  dropped  discouraged, 
and  several  of  our  best-known  loaders  have  gone  beyond  the 
vale  and  the  shadow.     Home  say  that  we  have  nuule  no  prog- 
ress ;  some,  that  we  have  drifte.l  backward      Let  us  take  a 
reckoning  and  see  how  true  it  is  that  the  gieat  undercurren 
that  sets  toward  righteousness  thr.     .bout  the  universe  has  all 
these  years  been  carrying  the  pa.iy  onward  toward  flna  vic- 
tory.   To  change  the  figure,  we  have  l)een  as  one  walking 
westward  on  an  eastem-bo.md  lightning  express.    While  he  is 
taking  one  step  westward  he  is  carried  by  the  train  a  hundm 
steps  eastward.    Our  party  has  been  carried  by  a  power  that 
encmipassed  us,  and  is  greater  than  we,  onward  and  upward. 
Let  us  look  at  the  credit  side  of  the  Prohibition  Party  bal- 
ance sheet. 

Note  first  the  fact :  The  party  has  been  a  leading  factor  in 
getting  conscience  into  politics.  It  is  to-day.  and  bos  been  for 
years,  the  grandest  and  most  ,)otent  educational  force,  moral 
and  political,  in  our  nation.  Its  steadfastness  for  the  right,  .ts 
unflinching  courage,  its  clearness  of  vision  along  moral  ixiht- 
ical  lines,  its  cheerful  self-abnegation,  and  ite  endless  sacrifices 
for  conscientious  convictions,  are  a  leaven  that  is  working  irre- 
sistibly in  the  American  meal-tub. 

Some  one  croaks,  "But  the  Prohibition  Party  is  not  large. 
A  bitof  leaven  is  not  large,  and  yet  it  bos  in  it  that  which  leavens 
all  the  meal.  But  another  exclaims.  "The  party  baa  not 
grown."  The  Golden  Rule  and  the  Ten  Commandments  aie 
not  a  particle  larger  than  when  first  uttered,  and  yet  all 
1» 


^StL.  . 


Platform  Peablh. 


.-..nfound  the  mighty.  ..t„  tV.o  vir.torsbe- 

Ten  vmr.  ogo  politics  stood  for  greed.  To  the  victors  lie 
1  „r,h.r»oll."  "AH  18  fair  in  politic,"  "  Politic  »  pohtic 
'^e ti  JoL'ioaxli»..l»t  ruled  ■  .'"^^^^f'^Z^^oZTa 

•-sT^;rrarrri^Ss:.e 

were  the  voice  of  conscience,  of  a  higher,  truer  i 
box  ;  until  a  dishonest  act  there,  corruption  .^^f  «'J^^^  °^^J^ 

following : 

.Ko  poUUc.  party  h.  tUe  ^'tLlTel.cr^X-'err.T^^^ 
go  long  as  that  party  stands  committed  to  the  Uctuse  po     y, 
itsolf  on  record  agahiBt  the  saloon." 

Prior  to  1884.  find,  if  you  can,  anything  like  the  following 
ia  the  minutes  of  the  Methodist  General  Conference : 

.Wedorccordour  dellheratejudgment  th«  no.^^^^^^^^ 
^^X£::XX^SSS^-  record^anatt.t„de 
of  open  hostility  to  the  saloon."  ,     .       .    ii 

Theso  are  but  typical  of  the  recent  utterances  of  about  all 


oi 
ti^ 
is 


BLS. 


;ing  tlie  world  higher  and 
-day.  The  test  is  not  size, 
looses  tho  apparently  little 

0  work  His  wonders  and 

reed.    "  To  the  victors  be- 
;icB,"  "  Politics  is  politics,'" 
md'the  name  politician  was 
le  to  the  Golden  Gate  and 
lie  old  parts  politicians  the 
den   Rule  were  iridescent 
libition  Party  has  been  an 
protest.     Every   year   the 
platforms  and  nominations 
ligher,  truer  political  ideal ; 
ave  been,  but  they  were  a 
e  end  of  the  country  to  the 
heeded.    The  day-dawn  of 

1  beginning  to  be  recognized 

its  perfect  work  until  the 
11  this  land  will  be  the  ballot- 
orruption  there,  will  be  rec- 
irime  against  the  RepubUc. 
is  treason,  and  such  treason 
IB.  During  the  past  decade 
Vmerican  people  has  grown 

look  in  vain  in  the  records 
ably  for  an  utterance  lil^e  the 

xpect  the  Bopport  of  Christian  men 
the  license  policy,  or  refuses  to  put 

,  anything  like  the  following 
General  Conference : 
,t  that  no  iwlttlcal  party  haa  a  right  to 
t  of  Christian  men  so  long  as  it  stands 
to  put  Itself  on  record  in  an  attitude 

recent  utterances  of  about  all 


PLATFOnM  PKARL9. 


tST 


of  the  churclies.  And  the  great  Christian  Endeavor  Associa- 
tion, under  the  guidanceof  that  master  leader,  John  G.  Woolley, 
ifi  not  far  in  the  rear.    By  and  by  it  will  lead. 

But,  does  some  one  say,  what  do  these  resolutions  and  say- 
ings amount  to  if  they  do  not  take  the  form  of  action  ? 

Get  intelligent,  conscientious  men  to  think  right  and  keep 
them  at  it,  and  they  are  bound  by  the  irresistible  laws  of  the 
mind  and  heart  eventually  to  act  right.  The  Prohibitionists 
have  gained  a  stupendous  victory  in  compelling  the  churches 

to  think  right.  _  ... 

The  church  is  slowly  but  surely  leading  its  membership  up 
to  the  high  level  of  its  resolutions.    This  is  one  point  we  must 
insist  upon  :  the  ending  of  the  inconsistency  between  church 
resolutions  and  membership  action.    There  must  be  harmony 
between  the  head,  heart,  feet,  and  hands  of  the  church.    A 
captain  in  the  old-fashioned  militia  once  offered  this  toast : 
"  Here  is  to  the  militia,  invincible  in  peace,  invisible  in  war. 
That  has  been  the  church  in  its  fight  with  the  liquor  traffic 
"  invincible  in  synods  and  in  conferences ;  invisible  on  election 
days  '•    That  must  end.    It  is  our  business  to  so  plan  and  so 
fight  that  it  will  be  impossible  for  this  inconsistency  to  continue. 
Again,  what  changes  are  being  wrought  in  almost  every 
direction  by  a  recognition  on  the  part  of  many  business  men  of 
the  fa-cts  Prohibitionists  have  been  gathering  and  publishing. 
To-day,  it  is  not  safe  anywhere  for  a  young  man  to  seek  em- 
ployment with  the  smell  of  liquor  on  his  breath.    I  have  gone 
through  large  restaurants  in  Chicago,  and  Boston,  and  New 
York  at  lunch  time,  and  have  not  seen  a  bottle  at  one  plate  in 
twenty   Ten  years  ago,  in  these  same  restaurants,  the  bottle  on 
an  average  was  at  every  other  plate.    Last  December  the  Chi- 
cago and  Alton  Railroad  published  Rule  75,  which  reads : 

"Anv  condncfnr.  trainsman,  engineer,  flreman,  switchman,  or  other  em- 
ployee who  is  known  to  use  Intoxicating  liquors  will  be  promptly  and  perma- 
nently discharged." 

Orders  have  been  issued  by  almost  aU  of  the  leading  raU- 
roads  of  the  country  forbidding  the  sale  of  liquors  at  raihoad 
restaurants  and  forbidding  their  employees  to  go  inside  of  a 
saloon,  many  of  them,  with  the  Chicago  and  Alton  RaUroad, 
insisting  upon  absolute  abstinence.  The  significance  of  these 
weighty  facts  is  that  over  a  mUlion  men  are  employed  on  the 
railroads,  and  that  this  recognition  is  a  commercial  one.    The 


«ES 


Platfokm  Pkari-s. 


enlightened  pocket-book  has  become  a  factor  in  our  reform  in 
America  in^he  closing  decade  of  the  nineteenth  century. 
When  fully  enlisted  it  will  become  irresistible. 

He  who  can  not  see  in  such  triumphs  as  these  great  en- 
couragement must  be  fatally  blind.  The  Prohibition  Party, 
beyond  any  other  educational  agency,  beyond  all  others  com- 
bined iBtobecreditedwiththesechanges.  It  forced  agitation, 
and  agitation  is  a  tremendous  ^^-^'^^^^'^'- ^  ^_  j,^,,^. 


167.    8AT'«T  BIONACKIiliA'S  liAMBS. 

Within  the  ancient  Powysland  they  call 
The  timid  hares  that  swiftly  run  for  life 
Wyn  Melamjetl.  "Monacella's  lambs." 
And  tell  of  that  fair  Saint  this  legend  strange. 

When  Christ  the  Lord,  six  centuries  was  dead, 

Brochwel,  the  Prince,  aroused  himself  one  mom 

While  yet  the  sun  was  early  in  the  sky, 

And  roUing  mists  hung  o'er  the  mountain  side. 

'.  This  day,"  he  cried,  "  with  merry  horn  and  hound«. 

We'll  hunt  the  hare  in  blythesome  Powysland. 

And  with  the  Prince  rode  chieftains  stem  and  true, 

And  lovely  ladies,  with  dark  glancing  eyes- 

Eyes  that  for  pity  should  be  moist  tw  tears. 

But  now  were  swift  to  look  on  pain  and  death. 

And  as  the  morning  grew  apace,  the  sun 

Shone  in  bright  splendor,  and  burned  up  the  mist. 

Aiid  bathed  the  hills  and  vales  in  radiant  light. 

The  iovful  baying  of  the  deep-mouthed  hounds 

Proclaimed  that  they  at  last  had  found  the  hare. 

But  swiftly  as  they  ran,  still  faster  ran 

The  panting  creature  flying  for  its  life. 
Across  the  plain  it  fled,  and  close  behind 
The  eager  dogs,  the  courtiers,  and  the  Pnnce. 
Who  far  outstripped  his  gallant  retinue. 
And  felt  tlie  inspiration  of  the  chase 
Thrill  through  his  being  to  its  inmost  core. 
But  the  swifthare,  thus  doomed  to  cruel  death. 
Found  refuge  in  a  small  and  thorny  wood. 
Scarce  larger  than  a  thicket  in  its  size. 


a  factor  in  our  reform  in 
the  nineteenth  century, 
esistible. 

tuyhs  as  these  great  en- 
The  Prohibition  Party, 
r,  beyond  all  others  coin- 
iges.  It  forced  agitation . 
lonal  power. 
-  Rev.  Dr.  I.  K.  Fvnk. 

LA'S  liAMBS. 

they  call 
in  for  life 
lambs," 
legend  strange. 

turies  was  dead, 
himself  one  mom 
1  the  sky, 
le  mountain  side, 
nerry  horn  and  hounds, 
ome  Powysland." 
eftains  stern  and  true, 
glancing  eyes  — 
loist  to  tears, 
1  pain  and  death. 

ice,  the  sun 
I  burned  up  the  mist. 
« in  radiant  light. 
)-mouthed  hounds 
lad  found  the  hare, 
faster  ran 
or  its  life, 
■lose  behin'l 
.,  and  the  Prince, 
mt  retinue, 
le  chase 
s  inmost  core, 
ned  to  cruel  death, 
thorny  wood, 
in  its  size. 


No  horseman  e'er  could  find  a  path  therein, 
And  Brochwel  leapt  from  off  his  gallant  steed 
And  forced  a  passage  through  the  branching  trees 
Until  he  reached  an  open  space,  wherein 
A  lovely  lady,  clothed  all  in  white, 
Knelt  on  the  green  sward,  and  with  clasped  bands, 
Prayed  Heaven  for  mercy  on  a  wicked  world. 
The  hare  had  found  a  harbor  of  defense. 
And,  nestled  'neath  the  white  fold  of  her  robe, 
Turned  to  the  dogs  an  aspect  undismayed. 

The  Prince  was  startled  by  this  vision  fair, 

Emblem  of  pity  in  a  ruthless  world  ; 

But  soon  the  master  passion  took  its  way. 

With  angry  voice,  and  gesture  fierce,  he  urged 

The  dogs  to  seize  the  hare  — which  peaceful  lay 

Half -covered  by  the  whit©  robe's  falling  fold. 

The  hounds,  more  reverent  than  the  angry  Prince, 

Shrank  ever  further  from  the  kneeling  maid. 

Nor  could  the  huntsman,  who  had  joined  the  Prince, 

Blow  on  his  horn  a  single  forward  note. 

But  spellbound,  gazed  upon  the  whHe-robed  form. 

Then  heavenly  awe  fell  on  the  Prince's  heart. 

And  sweet  compassion  entered  in  liis  soul ; 

No  more  he  sought  the  timid  hare  to  slay. 

But  bowed  his  head  before  the  Saint  who  thus 

Ck}uld  tame  the  fierceness  both  of  man  and  brute. 

And  begged  to  know  the  secret  of  her  power. 

Strange  was  the  story  the  white  lady  told 

To  listening  Brochwel,  Prince  of  Powysland  ; 

For  she,  whom  we  Saint  Monacella  call. 

The  hermit  fair,  Melangell  then  was  named  — 

Melangell,  daughter  of  an  Irish  King. 

She  fied  her  father's  court  that  she  might  'scape 

A  loveless  union  with  a  noble  fierce, 

And  in  this  lonely  place  her  spotless  life 

To  Chastity  and  Pity  she  had  given. 

Here  fed  but  by  the  kindly  fruits  of  earth. 

Her  thirst  assuaged  by  the  water  brooks. 

Her  home  a  welcome  refuge  had  become 

For  the  bright  creatures  thoughtless  man  destroys. 

The  birds  sang  sweetly  round  her  lonely  bower 


280 


Platform  Pearls. 


Their  hymns  to  Mercy,  and  to  Mercy  b  God. 

The  wild  hares  gambolled  tamely  round  her  knee. 

i>nd  every  dumb  thing  here  Uved  out  its  day, 

N<  v  dreamed  of  torture  or  the  deadly  kmfe. 

Bu>chwol,  the  Prince,  came  of  a  v    -nor  tribe, 

His  days  to  battle  and  to  chase  ht^'  ?ven  : 

Yet  here  he  saw  a  vision  beautiful 

Of  a  white  world  where  slaughter  had  no  place. 

Where  Holiness  and  Mercy  fair  had  met. 

Where  Contemplation  had  not  scorned  to  throw 

A  shield  protecting  e'en  the  humblest  thmgs 

To  which  the  heavens  had  given  the  gift  of  life. 

So  tho  hib  hands  were  red  with  human  blood  - 

A  warrior  and  a  hunter  from  his  birth  - 

Brochwel  a  gift  unto  MelangeU  made, 

A  tract  of  land  to  be  for  her  and  God  ; 

A  Place  of  Holiness,  where  hunted  things. 

Whether  of  human  kind,  or  of  the  brute. 

Should  find  their  safety  and  might  reet  secure. 

Nor  fear  the  hunter's  horn  nor  butcher  s  knife, 

Nor  the  wild  vengeance  that  man  wreaks  on  man. 

There  Monacella  lived  her  lonely  life. 

And  succor  gave  to  all  that  fled  to  her. 

Yea,  from  her  girlhood  to  her  dying  day. 

When  old  and  feeble  she  gave  up  her  breath - 

Through  those  long  years  her  hermitage  became 

A  picture  of  the  Paradise  of  God  — 

A  place  of  peace  from  war  and  bloodshed  free. 

A  symbol  of  the  future,  when  the  world 

Shall  learn  the  Message  of  the  Carpenter, 

And  Love  shall  rule  ^^^^^^^^ aA.' A^n. 

168    THK  VOMK  OK    A  STAB. 

Dark  night  her  tent  once  more  unfurled,  on  Power's  firs^cen- 

Upou  reWbf;  heart  of  the  world  -  the  great,  grand  city  of 
And  hSh"S'at  L.t  were  the  chariot-tiies,  and  still  the  sandalled 
And  dhnL.l  the  „al«<e  window-tires,  on  many  a  uoble  street 


jy's  God. 
round  her  knee, 
)ut  its  day, 
ily  knife. 

•rior  tribe, 
<  jiven ; 

had  no  place, 

d  met, 

rned  to  throw 

lest  things 

he  gift  of  life. 

uman  blood  — 

birth  — 

lade, 

3od; 

■d  things, 

e  brute, 

it  rest  secure. 

jtcher's  knife, 

1  MiTcaks  on  man. 

life, 
;o  her. 
jTing  day, 
}  her  breath  — 
irmitage  became 

I  — 

bloodshed  free, 

le  world 

arpenter, 

id  Heaven  alike. 

-  William  C.  A.  Axon. 

A  STAB. 

led.  on  Power's  firsfc-cen- 

-the  great,  grand  city  of 
les,  and  still  the  sandalled 
i,  on  many  a  noble  street ; 


PLA.TK011M   PKAKI.S. 


•iSl 


And  to  a  roof  a  maiden  came,  with  eyes  as  angels  love, 

And  looked  up  at  the  spheres  of  flame  that  softly  gleamed 

above. 
She  gazed  at  them  with  a  misty  eye,  and  spoke,  in  accents  sad: 
"  O  tell  me.  gold-birds  of  the  sky  !  if  ever  a  voice  you  had. 
Is  Justieo  dull  from  a  palsy-stroke,  and  deaf,  as  well  as  blind? 
Else  why  must  e'er  the  heaviest  yoke  be  placed  on  woman 

kind  ? 
Wliy  should  the  solace  of  man's  heart  be  oft  his  meanest  slave? 
Why  is  her  life  e'er  torn  apart,  by  those  she  haa  toiled  to  save? 
•'Why  should   the  mold  of  the  human  race  be  crushed  and 

thrown  away, 
Whenever  it  lacks  the  outward  grace  that  woos  the  stronger 

clay  ? 
Why  must  the  mothers  of  men  be  bought  and  sold  like  beasts 

that  die? 
Why  are  they  scourged  for  little  or  nought,  and  barred  of  all 

reply  V 
Why  are  we  women  of  Rome  e'er  told  that  we  should  happy 

be, 
Because  not  kept  like  flocks  in  fold,  as  those  across  the  sea? 

"  Have  we  no  heart?  Have  we  no  mind?  Must  not  our  con- 
science speak? 

Say,  must  our  souls  be  dumb  or  blind,  because  our  hands  are 
weak  ? 

Must  we  be  ever  the  laughing-stock  of  man's  fond,  flckle  heart? 

Were  we  but  born  for  Fate  t»  mock  —  to  play  a  menial  part? 

Must  all  our  ti-iumphs  be  a  lie  —  our  joys  in  fetters  clad  ? 

O  tell  me,  gold-birds  of  the  sky  —if  ever  a  voice  you  had  ! " 

Then  fiom  the  East,  a  new,  bright  star  flashed  to  her  flashing 

eyo. 
And  seemed  to  speak  to  her  from  afar,  with  soft  and  kind  reply : 
"Why  weep,  fair  maid,  upon  the  eve  of  victory's  coming  morn? 
It  is  o'er  strange,  for  one  to  grieve,  whcje  champion's  to  be 

born  ! 
To-morrow,  a  new  king  appears,  with  dimpled,  mighty  hand, 
And  He  shall  rule  a  million  years,  o'er  many  a  kingly  land. 

•'  His  mother  a  queen  the  world  will  see,  whose  reign  doth  e'er 
endure ; 


232 


Platform  Pkabls. 


All  women  shall  his  sisters  be.  whose  ways  are  just  aad  pure  ; 
A  woman's  fault  shall  not  be  her  death,  by  men  or  ange  sseen; 
Repentance,  and  His   God-strewn  breath,  shall  grandly  step 

betwesn. 
A  woman's  fame,  by  merit  won,  shall  add  to  her  queenly  grace, 
And  higher,  as  the  years  march  on,  shall  be  her  destined  place. 
"And  four  great  words  the  world  shall  see,  enwoven  with 

man's  life :  ,       .  ^         j     •, 

Mother  and  sister  two  shall  be  -  and  two  be  daughter  and  wife. 
It  shall  be  felt  that  she  whose  care  the  lamp  of  thrift  makes 

burn. 
Can  take  with  him  an  equal  share  of  all  their  lives  may  earn  ; 
That  she  whose  soft  and  healing  hand  can  soothe,  with  blessmg 

IB  no  li^gr'eat,  and  true,  and  grand,  than  he  who  leads  the 

fight." 

Like  one  who  through  the  woods  may  grope  till  light  comes  to 

his  eyes,  ,     .     j  ,,       ^  a 

The  maiden  thrilled  with  new-b«im  hoi)e,  and  seized  1-  "  glad 

surprise ;  .    .  - 

The  voice  of  the  stai-  she  understood ;   its  glorious  meamng 

And  all  her  dreams  of  woman's  good,  seemed  likely  to  come 

And  when  against  the  twiUght  gray  was  brightened  by  the 

morn. 
Within  a  manger  far  away,  the  infant  Christ  was  born. 

—  Will  Carleton,  in  Ladies'  Home  Jmrnal. 

169.    A  WHITE  UK  AT. 

Not  long  since  we  heard  a  very  disappointing  sermon  on  an 
important  theme.  It  contained  much  religious  truth,  but  it 
waTfearf uUy  cold.     It  was  the  Gospel  frozen,  and  fed  out  with 

*  ^Zh  of  the  "  temperance  "  talk  of  the  day  is  like  that  ser- 
mon. The  speaker,  or  the  writer,  is  really  "  opposed  to  intem- 
perance "-of  course.  He  is  sorry  for  the  drunkard,  and  would 
Uke  to  help  him.  He  sees  that  the  saloon-keeper  is  very 
wicked,  and  the  saloon  very  dreadful.  He  wishes  there  were 
no  saloons  -  at  least  not  so  many.  If  he  had  his  way,  the  sa- 
loons would  be  abolished.    But  as  he  can  not  have  his  way,  he 


lys  are  just  aad  pure  ; 
by  men  or  angels  seen; 
th,  shall  grandly  step 

d  to  her  queenly  grace, 
I  be  her  destined  place. 

ill  see,  enwoven  with 

}  be  daughter  and  wife. 
)  lamp  of  thrift  makes 

their  lives  may  earn  ; 
an  soothe,  with  blessing 

than  he  who  leads  the 

jrope  till  light  comes  to 

ijje,  and  seized  1'-"  glad 

;   its  glorious  meaning 

,  seemed  likely  to  come 

WBB  brightened  by  the 

Christ  was  born, 
.adtes'  Home  Journal. 

[EAT. 

ippointing  sermon  on  an 
h  religious  truth,  but  it 
frozen,  aud  fed  out  with 

the  day  is  like  that  ser- 
eally  "  opposed  to  intem- 
the  drunkard,  and  would 
e  saloon-keeper  is  very 
.  He  wishes  there  were 
f  he  had  his  way,  the  sa 
can  not  have  his  way,  he 


wiU  "do  the  next  best  thing  "—let  them  stay.  He  will  not  go 
to  extremes.  He  will  not  be  violent  or  excitable.  He  will  do 
what  everybody  will  agree  to,  and  he  hopea  that  in  "  the  long 
result  of  time"  this  foul  blot  will  be  removed  from  our  civili- 
zation. He  can  not  see  why  any  one  should  object  to  such  a 
proper  and  discreet  utterance,  and  asks,  "What  would  you 
have  more?" 

Good  sir,  we  would  have  fire.  You  will  never  do  anything 
by  handling  the  cold  iron  of  public  opinion  in  that  style.  Put 
it  in  the  fire  of  intense  conviction,  burning  pity  for  the  tempted 
and  the  broken-hearted,  and  hot  indignation  at  the  destroyer  ! 
Then  when  you  strike,  the  sparks  will  fly,  and  you  can  shape 
that  pubUc  opinion  into  a  sword  that  will  smite  the  accursed 
saloon,  hip  and  thigh,  with  unsparing  slaughter.  The  lack  of 
fire  is  what  we  object  to. 

A  man  walking  across  a  bridge  sees  a  boy  struggling  in  the 
water.  "  Ah,"  he  exclaims,  "  I  pity  that  boy  I  It's  a  dreadful 
thing  to  be  drowned.  It  will  be  very  sad  for  that  boy's  father 
and  mother.  I  should  sympathize  with  aU  wise  and  well-di- 
rected efforts  to  save  that  boy."  Now,  where  is  the  fault  in 
these  excellent  remarks  ?  Another  man  rushes  up  in  hot  haste 
and  prepares  to  plunge  in,  with  blazing  eyes  fixed  on  the  strug- 
gling boy.  The  first  man  says,  severely:  "Sir,  this  is  very 
undignified  and  impolite  behavior.  You  almost  knocked  me 
down  ;  and  you  have  flung  your  coat  and  boots  into  that  dirty 
pool.  Sir,  I  felt  great  sympathy  for  that  boy  before  you  ap- 
peared, but  your  violent  measures  have  destroyed  all  my 
interest,  and  now  I  don't  care  what  becomes  of  him." 

If  the  rescuer  gives  a  hot  answer,  can  you  blame  him 
very  much?  At  least,  when  he  struggles  ashore  with  the 
rescued  boy  in  his  arms,  you  will  forgive  him. 

That  has  been  the  way  with  reformers  in  aU  ages.  Gar- 
rison's Liberator  used  to  make  Beacon  street  gentlemen  ir.id 
to  the  lynching  point.  WendeU  Phillips's  polished  sarcasm 
and  invective  cut  so  deep  that  many  a  time  the  police  had 
to  see  him  home.  Doubtless  these  men  were  sometimes  too 
severe  yet  the  world  does  not  now  remember  that  they  hurt 
the  feelings  of  some  people,  but  only  that  they  shook  slavery 
down.  How  did  Sheridan  turn  the  tide  of  battle  at  Cedar 
Creek  just  thirty  years  ago?    In  his  own  story  of  the  vie- 


■434 


I'LATroHM  FKABLH. 


toiy  he  HpeakB  over  and   over  of   the  worth  of  entKu8ia»iu. 

He  says : 

•'  I  already  knew  that  even  In  the  ordinary  coii<lltion  of  nil.d.  enthiudtutn  1» 
a  potent  element  with  w.ldlerH  ;  but  what  1  saw  that  day  convluci.l  n.e  that  If  It 
ran  iM-exclU-d  from  a  state  of  d«Hix)iulency,  it«  power  Ih  almost  IrreBlslihle. 

Flaahing  past  the  crowd  of  fugitives,  waving  hin  liat,  shout- 
ing. "  Face  the  other  way,  boys,  face  the  other  way  ! "  one 
man  all  ablaze  set  an  army  on  fire. 

Oh,  for  that  sacred  fire  of  enthusiasm  in  the  temperance 
cauoe  now  !  Oh,  that  the  leaders  of  thought  would  but  give 
utterance  in  ringing  tones  to  the  feeling  burning  in  the  hearts 
«>f  millions,  instead  of  lalwriously  hushing  it  down  1  Away 
with  "  critical  coldness"  at  such  a  time  ! 

During  the  late  war,  at  evening  roll-call,  a  captain  said  to 
his  company  :  "  Soldiers,  I  am  ordered  to  detail  ten  men  to  a 
very  dangerous  service,  but  of  the  greatest  importance  to  the 
army  in  the  coming  battle.  I  have  not  the  heart  to  pick  the 
men,  for  the  chances  are  against  their  ever  coming  back.  But 
if  there  are  ten  men  in  the  company  who  will  volunteer  for 
this  service,  they  may  step  two  paces  to  the  front."  As  the 
captain  ceased  speaking,  that  whole  line  stepped  two  paces  for- 
ward, and  stood  there  with  every  man  in  place,  and  ranks  as 
even  as  before.  The  captain's  eyes  were  dim,  and  his  voice 
faltered  as  he  said :  "Soldiers,  I  thank  you  ;  I  am  proud  to 
be  captain  of  such  a  company."  That  is  what  we  want 
now,  brave  hearts  and  even  ran  s,  moving  forward  all  to- 
gether for  the  right.  ..     .^     ,  ^ 

Let  every  man  who  beUeves  Prohibition  to  be  the  duty 
of  the  hour,  act  with  prompt  decision  for  himself,  and  he 
will  be  astonished  to  find  how  many  will  step  forward  with 
him.  Evary  man  who  decides  helps  some  other  to  decide. 
Let  aU  who  believe  in  Prohibition  be  alive,  awake,  and  speak, 
act,  and  vote  with  high  resolve  and  burning  enthusiasm  for  the 
New  Emancipation  of  Humanity  I    Then  it  will  come  1 

—  Rev.  James  C.  Femald, 


ITO.    WOMAN'S  HOtTB. 

Between  the  past  and  the  future  hangs 
A  gate  that  so  lightly  clings. 

It  seems  a  breath  might  put  it  ajar. 
Yet  it  never  stirs,  or  swings  ; 


JiMvni 


PLAxrouM  Peauui. 


iM5 


worth  of  enthuBiaBiu. 

Itlon  of  iiil'.d.  tnthiuUum  1» 
(lay  convlufi'd  me  tlmt  If  It 
T  in  alinoBt  irrcBlHlibU'."' 

waving  hiH  liat,  shout- 
the  other   way  !  "  one 

ita  in  the  temperance 

lought  would  but  give 

burning  in  the  hearts 

hing  it  down  1    Away 

■call,  a  captain  said  to 

to  detail  ten  men  to  a 

itest  importance  to  the 

the  heart  to  pick  the 

!ver  coming  back.    But 

who  will  volunteer  for 

to  the  front."    Ah  the 

5  stepped  two  paces  for- 

in  place,  and  ranks  as 

ere  dim,  and  his  voice 

k  you  ;  I  am  proud  to 

hat   is  what  we  want 

noving  forward  all  to- 

libition  to  be  the  duty 
)n  for  himself,  and  he 
will  step  forward  with 
some  other  to  decide, 
live,  awake,  and  speak, 
ming  enthusiasm  for  the 
en  it  v/ill  come  I 
w.  Jamea  C.  Femald, 


OUR. 

ture  hangs 

gs. 

,  it  ajar, 


But  under  the  arclii'8  in  silunco  waits 
A  coming  hand  with  a  touch  of  fate. 

Beyond  the  gate  in  the  distance  glows 

A  splendor  serene  and  high, 
A  fairer  glory  than  touches  yet 

Our  vision  of  sea  and  sky  ; 
And  mellow  and  clear  it  softly  clings 
To  the  gateway's  edge  like  a  golden  fringe. 

Over  the  arches  a  perfume  falls 
Like  breath  from  the  hills  of  balm, 

And  melody  sweeps  to  a  world  in  pain, 
As  notes  from  an  angel  psalm  ; 

The  song  rings  out,  like  a  prophet's  cry. 

And  tells  of  a  day  that  is  drawing  nigh. 

Beyond  the  portal  that  never  swings 

Is  waiting  the  age  of  gold, 
The  dawn  of  peace  on  the  day  of  God, 

By  poet  and  seer  foretold  ; 
Who  holds  the  key  to  the  lofty  gate? 
Where  lingers  the  hand  with  the  touch  of  fate? 

'Tis  centuries  now  since  the  holy  star 

Was  aflame  over  Bethlehem, 
And  centuries  old  is  the  mighty  song 

Of  "  Peace  and  good-will  to  men," 
The  wise  men  came  when  Christ  was  born. 

And  wise  men  came  when  he  died, 
And  wise  men  wandered  from  Olivet 

To  preach  of  the  Crucified. 

But  darkly  the  shadows  are  lying  yet 

On  the  world  where  the  cross  of  Christ  was  set. 

Why  lingers  the  hope  of  the  world  so  long 

After  the  sweep  of  the  angel  song? 

Why  waits  the  dawn  that  shall  surely  bring 

The  reign  of  glory,  when  Christ  is  king? 

While  pitiful  cry 

And  wrathful  sigh 
Yet  enter  the  ear  of  the  Lord  on  high. 

Ah  I  wise  men  ruling  in  church  and  state, 
Where  did  vou  miss  it  —  the  Master's  will  ? 


386 


PlATKOKM    I'KAKIJt. 


HiB  glory  is  waiting  to  JUK)d  the  earth, 
IIiB  lovo  is  ready  uil  hearts  to  thrill. 
Well  may  you  question 

Your  souls  in  fear. 
What  hinders  the  day 
That  should  be  hero? 
Who  holds  the  key,  since  the  wise  men  stand 
Before  the  portals  with  empty  hand  V 

Behold  a  strong  and  gentle  host ! 
They  cathor  from  every  clime  and  coast, 
With  steady  faith  and  a  purpose  high, 
And  hearts  united  hy  holy  tie ; 
Who  runneth  may  read  —  tis  woman's  hour. 
The  lips,  long  silent,  are  clothed  with  power ! 
The  heart  of  the  world 

Has  come  abroad. 
Its  cry  has  entered 

The  ear  of  God, 
The  age  of  miglit  grows  old  and  late, 
When  woman  stands  at  the  mystic  gate. 

The  wise  men,  toiling  the  world  to  win. 
Have  sought  the  prisoner  and  set  him  free ; 

Have  drenched  the  valleys  of  earth  with  blood, 
In  giving  to  slaves  their  liberty. 

They  have  lifted  the  serf  to  a  noble  place, 

And  wrought  for  half  of  the  human  race. 
But  the  golden  day 
For  which  they  pray 

Hhall  never  dawn  upon  slave  or  throne, 

'Till  woman  cometh  unto  her  own. 

She  has  given  the  world  the  dew  of  tears, 

The  nations  are  born  in  her  cry  of  pain  — 
The  nations  that  after  the  weary  years 
Lie  at  her  feet,  the  strong  ones  slain. 
"Twas  here  they  missed  it  — the  Master's  will  — 
And  hindered  the  promise  he  shall  fulfill, 
But  lo  !  at  the  arch  of  the  mystic  gate 
Is  woman's  hand  with  the  touch  of  fate. 

—  MaryT.  Lathrap, 


I'LAXrOBM  tEAHLH. 


287 


earth, 
thrill. 


iHe  men  Btand 
landV 


ind  coast, 
e  high, 

i-oman's  hour, 
i  with  power ! 


(1  late, 
rstic  gate. 

d  to  win, 

i  set  him  free ; 

arth  with  blood, 

ty. 

loble  place, 

uman  race. 


r  throne, 
)wn. 

jw  of  tears, 

cry  of  pain  — 

ary  years 

les  slain. 

le  Master's  will  — 

jhall  fulfill, 

jtic  gate 

oh  of  fate. 

—  MaryT.  Lathrap. 


171.    MIIiKIV*  K  I!V  THK  CHrBCMBS.' 

They  say  we  must  keep  party  politics  out  of  the  pulpit.    It 

ix  too  lute ;  it  is  tlu're.  .     ,        . 

The  double-headed  party  treason  by  wiiich  the  saliKin  wiim 
M  a  Democrat  and  "holds  over"  as  a  llepublican,  year  after 
year  and  that  works  its  alternating  shift,  delwuching  the  pub- 
lic service,  deflowering  the  public  virtue,  .iegrading  the  public 
justice,  debasing  the  l«llot,  defeating  the  church,  ha«  formed 
a  kind  of  a  pulpit  "  trust,"  and  regulates  iheoutpui  of  the  pu  - 
pit  and  the  religious  press  according  to  ils  own  damnable  will 
shuts  one.  opens  another  on  half  time,  and  has  well-nigh  buried 
fearless,  independent  patriotism  in  the  very  ministry  and  put  a 
gravestone  over  it  with  the  scoffer's  epitaph,    "Tlie  Rest  is 

Silence."  ....      ,    •       * 

And  when  some  brave  man  holds  out  against  it,  refusing  to 
be  bought  or  scared  or  sold,  it  slits  his  ears,  breaks  his  joints, 
nails  him  to  the  cross  of  failure,  and  starves  his  wifts  and  chil- 
dren U'fore  his  eyes.  Do  not  be  angry  with  me.  Wh.at  T  say  is 
of  no  imporunce,  unless  it  is  true.  But  I  tell  you  that  the 
American  pulpit  is  well-nigh  swamped  with  subservient,  sid- 
aried,  Simonaical  silence  -  which  is  the  most  virulent  and 
deadlv  form  of  party  politics.  ,      .      ,     , 

Tlie  spoils  treason  of  the  old  parties  is  but  the  other  bank  of 
the  dumb  treason  of  the  pulpit  and,  by  means  of  their  parallel 
and  interoperative  disloyalty  to  church  and  state  alike,  between 
them  flows  the  putrid  river  of  American  i)olitics,  and  one  bank 
of  a  stream  can  not  rebuke  the  other  for  causing  the  channel 
to  deepen  and  hold  on  its  way. 

Peter  no  more  denied  Jesus  when  he  swore  he  did  not  know 
Him,  than  when  he  warmed  himself  in  craven  acqidescence 
at  the  fires  of  the  insulters  of  his  Lord. 

We  can  not,  if  we  would,  exclude  politics  from  the  pulpit, 
but  the  Prohibition  Party  offers  it  a  kind  of  politics  that  will 
honor  it  and  help  on  the  kingdom.  -  John  O.  Woolley. 

17a.    A    NATION    KXAl.TKD.t 

Tell  me,  O  Voice  of  the  Ages,  what  power  exalteth  a  nation  ? 
Is  it  the  conquest  of  arms  -  the  force  of  victorious  battle? 

nw^n  mldraw  at  National  Prohibition  Park,  N.  Y.,  July  4,  im. 
+  Read  by  the  author  at  the  wtlflcatlon  banquet.  Prohibition  Park,  N.  Y., 
July  4, 1896. 


!tt8 


t^LAtrOHM  llAHM. 


HwiftcomeH  the  .uiHw.u.    •  Not  so  ;  iiuch  victory  ever  debaseth  i 
France   w.w   but  wayward  uud  weak  with  all  of  Na|K.le«ui. 

triumphs. 
Ruiim  of  Itonu-  Htill  pr.K^laim,  '  All  martial  huccchh  i«  u  Hhadow, 
UoKrading  tlu-  houI  of  the  nation;'  and  Wlwlom  hath  said  that 

nn-atcr 
1h  he  wlio  rulfth  hiH  Hpirit  than  he  wlio  taketh  a  city. 
Never  wiw  nation  exalte<l  by  proweBH  Incarnate  and  warfare. 

Tell  me,  Hince  war  so  degrades,  is  it  Wealth  that  exalteth  a 
nation?  ,,  ,, 

AnHwering  come  the  words  :  "  Neither  gold  nor  silver  ennobles; 

Know  that  in  every  land  with  lofty  and  pure  iwpirations 

The  tr.'ivH»re  of  all  the  Orient  would  not  suffice  for  content- 
ment." 

Voice  of  the  Ages,  once  more  :  Is  the  honor  and  glory  of 
nations  , 

In  lineage.  iH>digree,  rank,  such  as  lords  of  the  old  time  boa«ted, 

Ancestrv.  in  whose  veins  the  bluest  of  blood  Is  mingled? 

"  Seldom  from  stately  mansion  has  come  the  song  that  up- 
lifteth,  .     , 

The  music  that  stirs  the  soul -the  iminting  whose  magical 

colors 

Seem  blended  with  Heaven's  rare  light,  interwwven  with  heart- 
felt meaning. 

tYom  the  iHUVsanfs  lottage,  more  oft  than  from  palace  or 
throne  comes  the  message 

Waking  the  world  to  gla<lne88,-the  glory  and  pride  of  a 
nation." 

Then,  O  Voice  of  the  Ages,  declare  you  that  fienius  exalt»th? 
That  culture  is  more  to  be  sought  than  riches  or  social  distinc- 
tion? ^^  , 
"  More  to  be  8.iught ;  yet  culture,  like  that  of  Greece,  may  be 

soulless,  _  1^ 

Intellect  void  of  Ood  is  intellect  wasted,  belittled. 

What  then,  O  Voice  of  the  Ages,  is  Creed  the  hope  of  the  na- 
tions ? 
Dogma  against  unbelief,- devotion  to  churchly  professions^ 
"  Not  by  its  creed  alone  can  a  nation  l)e  truly  exalted, 


tUktroKM   I'KAHLH. 


victory  t'VtT  debattetli ; 
vith  ftll  of  NftiKileou'H 

al  BUftt'HH  1m  u  Hhaduw, 
iViwloiii  liuth  Haiti  tliat 

ulteth  a  city. 

carnage  ami  warfare." 

iVealth  that  oxalteth  a 

[old  nor  wllver  ennobles; 
pure  a«pirationH 
lot  BufBce  for  content- 


tie  honor  and  glory  of 

of  the  old  time  l)oasted, 

blood  is  mingled? 

jme  the  song  that  up- 

ainting  whose  magical 

interwDven  with  heart- 

t  than   from  palace  or 

)   glory  and    pride  of  a 

1  that  f  renins  exalteth? 
riches  or  social  distinc- 

that  of  Greece,  may  be 

d,  belittled." 

;reed  the  hope  of  the  na- 

churchly  professions? 
m  tndy  exalted, 


The  greater  devotion  lo  form,  the  l.»8  U>  li.e  Hi.l.Hta..ce  within 

Bigotry  hath  not  tied  M.ice  the  hnrrurs  ..I  Spam  h  ln.|iHHUion, 
Never  Van  fullh  W  iiunMised  by  narrow  and  ri^id  < nion, 

Hurelv  it  niUHl  !«•  l.il«ily.  then,  that  exaltell.  a  nalioM. 
Have  1  not  gue«Hed  it  at  liwt,  O  pu/./.ling  Voire  of  the  AKesi' 
Can  wo  in  FreedtmiV  land  tind  a  nation  truly  exiiiled? 
Answerinn  con...  reluctant  the  words,  "  Thon  art  still  m.HUC- 

.(■Hful. 

Lighted  Ik  Lil-erty-s  torch,  but  if  not    from  tl..'  stars  heaven- 

lustrous, 
The  light  is  a  will  o"  the  wisp,  that  lea.leth  astray  the  pilKnm. 
Ho  is  it  in  this  land  wh.-re  ll..^  (Joddess  <.f  Liberty  dwelleth. 
Surely  could  she  but  know  of  tlu-  death  and  destruction  alnail 

her,  . 

Caused  by  tlie  trafllc  ii>  rum,  where  'isTsonul  liberty  tri- 
umphs. 

Liberty,  casting  away  her  torch  in  despair  and  horror, 

Would  vanish  forevermoro  and  leave  the  land  t.)  its  darkness. 

-Listen,  O  .piestioning  one  :  There  is  naught  that  exalteth  a 
nation 

Have   Uighteousness ;    this    alone   bringeth   glory    and   hon*.r 

eternal." 

Hushed  is  the  V<.ice  of  the  Past ;  but  I  see  in  the  Future's  hori- 
zon . 

Dawning  the  day  of  hoiw ;  and  approaching,  are  three  fan- 
spirits. 

Faces  aglow  with  light,  and  these  words  on  th.'ir  garb  inter- 
woven. — 

"  For  God,  Ilonu'.  and  Country  ;"  "  For  Christ  an.i  the  Church  ; 
"  God's  word  and  works  for  the  many." 

Already  their  presence  illumines  tlu"  ground  that  Iwfore  wiis 
o'ershadowed : 

All  welcome  the  Riblwn  of  White,  with  Chautauqua  and  Chris- 
tian Endeavor  1 

List :  'tis  the  Voice  of  the  F-ture,  the  words  of  these  Spirits  of 

Progress :  .       ^.u  ^  ■ 

"  Prohibitionists,  would  you  share  in  the  glorious  time  that  is 

coming  ? 


S40 


Flattorm  Pearls. 


Quit  you  like  men ;  be  strong ;  for  so  shall  you  join  in  the 

triumph. 
Sternly  excluding  fore\  er  all  jealousy,  strife,  and  injustice, 
We  pledge  our  faith  and  our  friendship  alone  to  the  manly  and 

noble." 

Fades  from  my  sight  the  vision.    Around  me  are  those  who 

are  worthy- 
Worthy  the  proffered  aid  of  these  loftiest  Spirits  of  Progress. 
Grieve  not  for  these  who  desert ;  we  shall  find  them  retracing 

their  foijtsteps, — 
Else  'tis  the  purging  away  of  the  dross  that  the  gold  can  well 

banish. 

Onward,  then,  men  of  the  grandest  reform  that  the  world  has 
yet  witnessed  I 

Kighteousness  ever  your  watchword,  and  faith  in  the  mandate 
eternal : 

Faith— and  the  knowledge  that  through  this  standard,  up- 
borne 'mid  the  conflict 

By  hands  like  those  you  have  chosen,  the  nation  will  be  exalted. 

— Lilian  M.  Heath. 


^~--. 


shall  you  join  in  the 

rife,  and  injustice, 
lone  to  the  manly  and 


nd  me  are  those  who 

t  Spirits  of  Progress. 
II  find  them  retracing 

hat  the  gold  can  well 


rm  that  the  world  has 

I  faith  in  the  mandate 

;h  this  standard,  up- 

nation  will  be  exalted. 
— Lilian  M.  Heath. 


TOPICAL  INDEX. 


Ballot.  No. 

BacktohlBChrywUlB ^ 

Brand  of  Cain *» 

Coming  Era *' 

ExacUy  of  a  Size » 

First  Refonn..........   ~ 

Ground  out  by  a  C'raiili 13* 

Houee  that  Sam  Bnilt J 

"I'veGotltl" ,00 

J'ist  the  Same J" 

Level  of  Civilisation^ iw 

Not  a  Mushroom  Party  W 

On  Certain  Adjectives. 127 

Prohibition'*  Bugle  Call 7» 

Question  for  Patriots i» 

Quest  Magnificent ^ 

RedNiagara « 

Reformer.  The.. ^ 

Sermon  in  a  Saw-Mill W 

Shall  Mothers  Vote  J l*» 

!^"rl,°Vl^ws°o°faWhiikyD<itVli::    34 

Unfortunate  Trellis « 

Voting  ««.  Resolving *' 

Chbistias  Kndbator. 
Christian  Endeavorer's  Position  . .    BO 

Dreaming  and  Waking Bl 

"  Feed  nRr  Sheep" « 

Flower  jfisslon }«♦ 

Great  Aiivance }™ 

Master  Calleth,  The 11} 

Unfortunate  Trellis « 

Vessel  in  Danger » 

Victor,  The '» 

Cbubcb  Voter. 

American  Desert 

Brand  of  Cain .;••;/, 

Christian  Kndeavorer's  Position  . . 

Conscience  Crystallized 

Deacon  Beery's  Protest 

Exactly  of  a  Size. .... . . . .  •  ■  •  •  •  •  •  • 

Four  Million  "  Christian  "  Murder- 


ers  

Funeral  To-day 

Great  Advance •  • 

Greatest  Missionary  Need 

Ground  out  by  a  Crank 

House  that  Sam  Built .. . . ..... . . 

Midnight  Scenes  of  a  Great  City. 

On  a  Cehigh  Valley  Train 

One  Beauty  of  Civilization 

Our  Beneficent  License  Laws 

Practise  r;.  Professions 

Remedy  Within  Reach 

Ser^'On  in  a  Saw-Mill 

f.liort  Story 


No. 
Silence  in  the  Churches  . . .^.... .  171 
Three  Views  of  a  Whisky  Bottle. .    »» 

Tramb'sViews,  A. ai 

Twisting  «n<l  Turning « 

Unfortunate  Trellis 4* 

Voting  w.  Resolving «< 

What  do  You  Care  y Jl 

Which  ate  You? « 

Whisky  Deacon <*» 

COMPnUMISE. 

Back  to  His  ChrysalU S3 

Conscience  Crystallized 153 

Deacon's  Match <» 

Don't  Sell  Your  Conscience 10 

" Dorlesky'B  Errcnts  " •* 

Forces  of  Battle........ « 

Mainspring  of  Triumph. « 

On  a  Lehigh  Valley  Train 15. 

Our  Beneficent  License  Laws 41 

Politician's  Wail If/ 

Present  CrisU »' 

Sense  v».  License. » 

Twisting  and  Turning *<> 

COWARDICK. 

Don't  Sell  your  Conscience 10 

"  Doriesky's  Errents  ". 74 

Effect  of  Moral  Cowardice «o 

Parmer  and  His  Gun 1m 

Indictment »» 

Mainspring  of  Triumph 8 

Present  Crisis % 

Reformer,  The ™ 

Shovel  Out ■» 

Weakness  of  Local  Option los 

Education. 

16       Anti-8uirragist"s  Lament » 

ae       Certainty  of  Progress.. 'M 

60       Mainspring  of  Triumph 8 

153       Patriot's  Ally »** 

72       Self-Government........ » 

36      Temperance  Education  Law i  w 

Voice  of  Science n* 

188       Wanted-a Boy 

164      Worried  about  Katherine 

JS5  Enthusiasm. 

lai       BigPour..... 'w 

7       Gen.  Neal  Dow. g 

128       Land  of  Prohibition... 86 

1S7       Mainspring  of  Triumph 8 

1»      ProhibiUon's  Buelc  Call 78 

41       Puzzled  Santo  Claus 16» 

91       Quest  Magnificent « 

lao       HunuptheFlag 1" 

88      SongofHope. ■  »» 

141       Song  of  the  Hour » 


16 


343 


Topical  Index. 


No 

VeBsel  ill  Dhiikit 88 

WUiUj  Uuut 69 

Finance. 

Cnnwiimcc  CryBtalllzcd 1.58 

I)(ic8  it  Pay  f 94 

<irciit  Problem 1 18 

I.i<liior  nnd  Wages 9(1 

Queer,  Imi'tlt 65 

lied  Niagara 38 

Wliat  will  the  Farmer  Do? 116 

Home. 

Appeal  for  tlie  Home 132 

Baby  Shoes l.'i 

Case  of  "  Personal  Liberty  " 88 

Cost  of  a  License 13 

Ditferencc,  The 103 

'•  Dorlesky's  Errcnto" 74 

Drink 63 

Funeral  To-day 104 

(ilorions  Monument 62 

Lead  the  Boy 158 

Shall  Mothei-B  \ole  •/ 126 

Stamp  it  Out 4 

Supreme  Curse 69 

Terrors  of  Evicrion 109 

Wanted  — a  Boy 159 

What  do  You  Care  y 71 

Worried  About  Kulherine 69 

iNTEMFCnANCE. 

American  Desert 16 

Baby  Shoes 16 

Boundary  Post 67 

Case  of  "  Personal  Liberty  " 28 

Coming  Era 87 

Cost  of  a  License 13 

Drink 63 

Glorious  Moniuncnt 62 

Jug  an'  Me  an'  Jim,  The 17 

Letter  Exercise 148 

Moaning  of  the  Bar 9 

On  Certain  Adjectives 187 

Quest  Magnillcent 21 

Six  Boys 48 

Song  of  the  Sot 11 

That's  the  QucKtion l.<» 

Three  Views  of  a  Whisky  Bottle. .  34 

Tramp's  Views,  A 81 

JfSTICE. 

Give  them  Justice 88 

Labor. 

Docs  it  Pay  y 94 

First  Reform 88 

Liquor  and  Wages 91 

What  wUl  the  Farmer  Do  r 166 

Liberty. 

Back  to  His  Chrysalis 23 

Case  of  "  Personal  Lil)erty." 28 

Compulsory  Murallty 119 

Faith  and  Libertv 87 

First  Duty  of  Citizens 40 

Liberty 145 

Mainspring  of  Triumph 8 

"  Personal  Liberty  "  Cry 80 


Ni>. 

Question  for  Patriots 18 

Red  Niagara 38 

Song  of  the  Hour 8 

Temperance  Revoluti'.u 30 

Unfortunate  Trellis 44 

White  Ribbon  Banner 

License. 

American  Desert 1(1 

Cost  of  a  License 13 

Deacon  Becry's  Protest 72 

Deacon's  I.iatch 66 

Getting  lit  the  Root 1.50 

Glorious  Monument «8 

Letter  Exercise IJH 

Mussulman's  View (i 

Our  Benetlcent  License  Lawn 41 

Red  Niagara 38 

Run  up  the  Flag 138 

Sense  v».  License )8 

Sermon  In  a  Saw-mill 38 

Stamp  it  Out 4 

Local  Optio.n. 

New  Song  of  Sixpence 110 

Tramp's  Views,  A 81 

Weakness  of  Local  Option 188 

Manhoui  . 

Back  to  His  Chrysalis 28 

Battle  Rally 63 

Calf  Path 158 

Christian  Endeavorer's  I'osilhm..    60 

Curtain  Lecture 8J 

Cut  Down  the  Tree 77 

Don't  Sell  Your  ConHclem  !■ 10 

"  Dorlesky's  Errents" 74 

Effect  of  Moral  Cowardice 80 

Fanatic,  A 61 

Farmer  and  His  Gun 163 

Gen.  Neal  Dow 87 

Glorious  Monument 62 

Ground  Out  by  a  Crank 134 

"I'veGot  Itl" 65 

Mainspring  of  Triumph 8 

Moral  Warfare 137 

On  a  Lehigh  Valley  Train 1.57 

One  Beauty  of  Civilization 189 

Present  Crisis 81 

Prohibition's  Bugle  Call 78 

Quest  Magnificent 21 

Red  Niagara 32 

Reformer,  The 48 

Run  up  the  Flag 188 

Self -Government 85 

Shovel  Out 88 

Song  of  Mni  tyrdom 76 

Song  of  the  Hour 8 

SUnd  Finn 64 

Unfortumte  'I'lvllis 44 

Wanted-True  Men 186 

Weakness  of  Ix}cal  Opthm 138 

What  Do  You  Care  y 71 

Which  are  You  i 92 

Woman's  Answer,  A 143 

Moral  Suasion. 

Compulsory  Morality IIU 

Moral  Suasion  Not  Sufficient S8 


No. 

ir  Patriots la 

a 3S 

I  Hour a 

e  nevoluti'.ii 30 

e  Trellis 44 

)on  Banner 

LiCKNSE. 

)c8ert ID 

iconBC 13 

iry'8  Protest W 

atch fMi 

he  Koot 151) 

)nument «a 

else 14H 

's  View <i 

cnt  Liceiist!  l,n\v» 41 

a 32 

Flag 18H 

cense 18 

iSa'.v-mill 38 

It 4 

Local  Option. 

if  Sixpence 110 

iws,  A 81 

f  Local  Option 133 

Mandooii. 

Chrysalis 23 

63 

16H 

nUeavorer's  I'ocltion..    (SO 

ture 82 

he  Tree 77 

'our  CoHHcU'iH  (■ 10 

i  Krrenls" 74 

>ral  Cowardice 80 

61 

Ills  Gun 163 

»ow 87 

inumcnt 62 

by  a  Crank 134 

tl" 65 

of  Triumph 8 

arc 137 

I  Valley  Train 157 

of  Civilization 129 

lis 81 

e  Bugle  Call 78 

liflcent 21 

1 32 

he 43 

Flag 138 

nient 85 

83 

tyrdonk 76 

Hour a 

64 

iTix'llis 44 

'rue  Men 180 

f  Ix)cal  Option 183 

3U  Care  y 71 

I'ou? 98 

iiswer,  A 143 

loRAi.  Suasion. 

Morality IIU 

on  Not  Sufflcient 88 


Topical  Index. 


S43 


No. 


Only  Conclusion 82 

Vessel  in  Danger 36 

NON-P  VRTISANSHir. 

Politician's  Wail jaO 

Record  of  Non-PartisanBhip 160 

Supreme  Curse 8" 

Oratobt. 

Big  Four 1*1 

Expression • 

Patriotism. 

Columbia 89 

Cut  Down  the  Tree 7T 

Oen.  NealDow S< 

Moral  Warfare 

Our  Watchwonl  — Vnimi  ! w 

People's  Voice,  A l»-l 

Question  for  Patriots 12 

Kun  Up  the  Flag 13H 

Self-Govcrnment »» 

Song  of  the  Hour 2 

Temperance  Revolution 30 

Tower  of  Shame I'^-j 

Unfortunate  Trellis « 

Wanted  — True  Men 136 

WarniiiiB ."J 

Whlte-Klbbou  Banner 156 

Progrkss. 

Antl-Suflragist's  Lament 25 

Back  to  His  Chrysalis 23 

Calf  Path 158 

Certainty  of  Progress 20 

Columbia 39 

Coming  Era 2i 

Forces  of  Battle 48 

Fundamental  Keforni 96 

Great  Advance Hio 

Land  of  Prohibition 06 

Nation  Exaltetl,  A 1T8 

Only  Conclusion 88 

Our  Watchword— Union ! 14 

Present  Crisis 81 

Prohibition's  Bugle  Cull 78 

Beformcr,  The 48 

Self-Governmcnt 85 

Song  of  HoiK! 1^ 

Song  of  the  Hour 8 

Temperance  Kevolutiou 30 

To-morrow 95 

Vessel  In  Danger 86 

Vot  der  Voomans  llaf  Ton 24 

Wanted— aBoy 159 

Warning 89 

What  Is  Faith  ? 105 

White-Ribbon  Banner 156 

Total  Abstinknck. 

Cnt  Down  the  Tree 77 

Glorious  Monument 62 

Gold  of  Right  Habits 5 

If 75 

Liquor  and  Wages 96 

Moaning  of  the  Bar 9 

Not  from  My  Bottle 3 

Only  Conclusion , -2 


So. 

Run  up  the  Flag 138 

SlxBqys 48 

Temperance  Army i<i 

Temperance  Revolution 80 

Voter's  RK!<poN»imi.iTY. 

Brand  of  Cain 

Case  of  "  Personal  Liberty  " 

Columbia 

Core  of  the  Rum  question 

Cost  of  a  License 

Father's  Woe,  A 

First  Duty  of  CltizciiH 

Funeral  To-day 

House  that  Sam  Built 

Letter  Exercise 

Midnight  Scenes 

Mussulman's  View 

Not  from  My  Bottle 

Power  of  Righteous  Law 

Prohibition's  Bugle  Call 

Question  for  Patriots 

Responsibility  of  Voters 

Sailor  Lad 

Sermon  In  a  Saw -Mill 

Temperance  Revolution 

That>  the  Quectlon 

Three  Views  of  a  Whisky  Bottle. 

Tramp's  Views,  A 

Whisky  Deacon 


26 
88 
29 
86 
13 

IBS 
40 

164 

148 

128 
6 
3 

111 
78 
12 
45 

122 
38 
30 

186 
»i 
81 
84 


Water. 

Nectar  of  the  HIUs 67 

Woman. 

AU  the  Riglits  She  Want» 98 

Antl-Suflragist's  Lament 25 

" Dorlcsky's  ErrcnU" i* 

Eve's  Krcompense i3 

Funeral  To-day,  A 164 

Level  of  Civilization 101 

Remedy  Within  Reach 180 

Shall  Mothers  Vote? 126 

Voice  of  a  Star 168 

Vot  der  Voomans  Uaf  Ton 24 

What  J.  M.  B.  Thinks 60 

■VFhy  t "" 

Woman's  Answer,  A 143 

Woman's  Hour 1<0 

Worried  About  Kathcrlne 50 

Woman's  Christian  Temperance 

Union. 

Evaitgelixtlc  Dep'l. 

Prayer  by  Dr.  Deems >. . . .  118 

Vessel  in  Danger «* 

Dep't  of  Flower  Mission. 

Flower  Mission 104 

DtpHof  Framiiist. 

All  the  Rights  She  Wants 93 

Anti-SuHraglst'B  Lament a 

"  Dorlesky'B  Errcnta" 74 


Eve's  Recompense. 


78 


Level  of  Civilization 101 

Remedy  Within  Reach VH 

Shall  Mothers  Vote? 128 


1 


S44 


Topical  Index. 


Why? 

Womun's  Uour. 


No. 

88 

ITO 


DtpHitf  toyal  Ttmpeiance  Legion. 

I^val  Temp  ?rance  liCgion jjJH 

Pnziled  Sania  Clans 1"} 

Temperikuco  Army '  •' 

DepHqfMeivy. 

"  About  Ben  Adhem" W 

Dawn  of  Mercy >w 

Place  In  Heaven ^ 

Saint  Monacella'd  Lam ba 1B7 

Simon  Onib'8  Dream i« 

apeechleas,  The ™ 

Vept't  qf  Mol/urs'  Meeting!. 

Appeal  for  the  Home 18« 

Baby  Shoes .T.L-U' ■.•••■«    m 

Caae  of  "  Personal  Liberty  '  ...  a,  89 

CoBtof  aLlcenge " 

Diflerencc,  The 1^ 

Oloriona  Monument w 

Lead  the  BoT :  •  • -.Vi;  •.•  • ' 

Mothers  Who  Wear  the  Klbbon 

WJjJJ^j iDl 

New  Soiig of  Sixpence JIO 

Shall  Mothers  \ote  ? J^ 

Terrors  of  Eviction J™ 

Wanted  — aBoy io» 

What  Do  You  Care?.... f» 

Worried  About  Katherlne »« 

DepH  of  NarcoHce. 

Case  for  Charity. . . . . ... . . . .  •  •  •  •  •  •    ^ 

Hldnight  Scenes  of  a  Great  City . .    38 


No. 
VepH  qf  Peace  and  ArlMration. 

Arsenal  at  Sprini^eld 185 

Decoration  Day    -  1(»J. 144 

Peace  Hymn  of  the  Republic 181 

W»r  God,  The "1 

Dep't  qf  Prieon  and  Jail  Work. 

Flower  Mission 1*» 

Sailor  Lad • '*• 

Dep't  rf  feeate  Work  for  Oirle. 
Midnight  Scenes  of  a  Great  City..  12M 

Dep'l   of  HcUnlilk    Temperance   In- 
tlructlon. 

Patriot's  Ally }*J 

Temperance  Education  Law lUi 

Dep't  of  Soldiere  and  Sailort. 

Sailor  Lad 1*^ 

Dep't  of  Temperance  and  Labor. 

Does  It  Pay? W 

Liquor  and  Wages w> 

Dep't.  qf  T.  W.  C.  T.  V. 
Word  to  the  Tb 


116 


W.  0.  T.  XT.— f**"""-^'" 

ForGodand  Home •  1^ 

Great  Problem..^ >« 

Itaster  Calleth,The 11* 

Unfortunate  Trellis ** 

Whlte-Rlbbon  Army }JJ 

White-Ribbon  Banner iw* 


Nu. 

if  Pme*  and  ArlMration. 

I  8prinefleld 188 

n  Day    -1888 1« 

mn  of  the  Republic 181 

,Thu "1 

of  Prison  ana  Jail  Work. 

[Isglon 1»« 

i •, i-« 

rf  "enait  Work  for  QirU. 
Scenes  of  a  Great  City..  12M 

ficUntilU-    Temperanee  In- 
ttruction. 

Ally 100 

ncc  Education  Law lOT 

7  0/  Soldier$  and  Sailon. 

Id l*i 

of  Temperanct  and  Labor. 

mi  Wages 96 

»p'<.  (jT  r.  W.  C.  T.  V. 
theVB "8 

?.  C.  T.  XT.— f*"NBBAI.. 

and  Home •  J^ 

robleiu j}» 

Calleth,The "* 

nateTrelllB ,<* 

Ubbon  Army JJi 

libbon  Banner is» 


